Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 607: A dash of NSFW

The heated battle between the two lasted much longer than expected. Qie Ranzhe was especially enthusiastic and so was Wen Qinxi. If he could describe Qie Ranzhe’s state right now it would be an animal in heat. He was rough and gentle at the same time drawing him into a whirlwind of pleasurable sensations.

Qie Ranzhe’s thrusts grew more urgent, his heart pounding. His slender fingers veins prominent, press against the wall, with beads of sweat glistening on his skin, evoking a sense of intensity and tension.

Their bodies moved rhythmically his tongue lightly brushing against the hickey he had left on his husband’s body. The touch was as light as a feather but it was enough to set Wen Qinxi’s body alight. He let out a soft whimper his eyes in a drunken haze from lust.

Qie Ranzhe pushed away the small trinkets on the console table and everything fell on the soft carpet with a muffled clatter.

"You are making so much noise," Wen Qinxi complained but Qie Ranzhe was confident in the room’s soundproofing.

"They won’t hear anything," he said before kissing Wen Qinxi’s cheek and then the corner of his lips. "You can scream however you like," he said his voice husky and tantalising.

Wen Qinxi pressed his palm at Qie Ranzhe’s nape drawing him closer for a deeper kiss. Qie Ranzhe’s tongue chased after Wen Qinxi’s as he placed him on the wooden surface. He pulled the torn t-shirt off Wen Qinxi’s body and then pressed their lips together again kissing him fervently.

Qie Ranzhe raised his man’s legs resting them on his shoulders. Wen Qinxi gripped the edge of the console table the back of his head pressed on the wall.

"You are so sexy, baby," whispered Qie Ranzhe while gently nibbling on his ear lobe. His scorching breath sent shivers down Wen Qinxi’s spine.

Wen Qinxi chuckled softly the vibrations from his chest making Qie Ranzhe’s heart itch.

He thrusted his member into that tight spot that greedily swallowed him whole.

"Fuck... ah," he cried out the warmth driving him insane. Beneath him, Wen Qinxi moaned in anticipation, enjoying every inch of Qie Ranzhe’s body pressing into his own. The sound of wood creaking in the background only added to the eroticism in the room, leaving both men panting and gasping under the weight of their desire.

Wen Qinxi’s hands roamed over Qie Ranzhe’s back, his fingers digging into the muscles as he pulled him closer.

Their lips met again, tongues intertwining in a passionate dance that mirrored their movements below. Qie Ranzhe could feel Wen Qinxi’s heart beating just as wildly as his own, the two men lost in each other as they continued to explore their passion.

Their breaths grew heavier, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved faster and faster, driven by the raw emotion that had taken hold of them. Qie Ranzhe couldn’t help but wonder how many times they had done this before, how many nights they had spent tangled together like this, lost in each other’s embrace. And yet, even after all these years, the passion was still there.

***

Qie Xieling’s eyes fluttered open, the soft morning light danced across the room, casting a warm glow that gently kissed his face. He stretched his hand only to feel a robust chest. He was startled when he saw Luo Muchen gazing at him like an obsessed stalker staring at his target.

The intensity of that stare sent a wave of warmth through Qie Xieling’s soul, melting away the remnants of sleep and filling him with a deep sense of contentment. He pushed his face away and asked, "What are you doing?"

Luo Muchen grabbed his hand and kissed his fingers before saying, "Did I wake you?"

Qie Xieling shook his head no and asked, "What are you still doing here? You shouldn’t have slept here."

Luo Muchen pulled him close and said, "How could I? I couldn’t bear to leave," before nuzzling Qie Xieling’s neck and sniffing the scent on his body. This was bliss. He was quite content. Their legs were tangled with each other on the bed and Luo Muchen’s hands were slipping underneath Qie Xieling’s pyjamas caressing his skin.

Qie Xieling could feel the stiff rod poking his thigh. He knew what Luo Muchen wanted and he also was craving it evidenced by the tent pitched in his pants but before they could explore a sharp knock came from the door startling the both of them.

Qie Xieling’s eyes snapped open when he heard that familiar voice. "Lin Lin, are you awake? It’s time for breakfast," said his nana.

"Shit," Qie Xieling cursed under his breath as he sat up. His heart raced as he pushed Luo Muchen off the bed, whispering urgently, "Hide. If she sees you we will be punished to kneel in the ancestral hall."

Luo Muchen blinked, still groggy, but the urgency in Qie Xieling’s voice spurred him into action. He stumbled toward the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him.

Qie Xieling threw on a robe, his mind racing. He padded barefoot across the room, the floor cool against his skin. The knock came again, insistent. He took a deep breath, his pulse thrumming in his temples, and opened the door halfway.

"Nana," he said and Nana Qie was a little startled. The way he opened the door you would think he was being chased. His hair was a dishevelled mess as usual but he wasn’t wearing his slippers.

"Qie Xieling! Why are you walking around barefoot? Do you want to fall sick," she scolded him while pointing at his slippers.

"Go wear your slippers," she commanded and Qie Xieling’s bare toes curled as he replied,

"Okay."

Nana Qie didn’t leave though. She continued to say, "Now," and Qie Xieling nodded his head before walking inside to put them on.

Nana Qie glanced at the messy bed. Whether her grandson slept in here alone she couldn’t tell. The bed was as messy as usual. Qie Xieling’s sleeping postures were weird sometimes and whenever he woke up the quilt would be skewed with the corner sweeping the floor while his pillows would be scattered on the floor.

This time there weren’t any pillows on the ground but the bed was just as messy.

"Wake Ah-Chen, It’s already nine. Let’s have breakfast together," she said before turning to leave. Qie Xieling heaved a sigh of relief.