Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 623: NSFW hehehe

"I never went hard on you because I had no right," Hei Xiwen said, his voice low and dangerous. "But now that she is mine now all bets are off."

President Lee’s vision blurred with rage. "You are dreaming," he spat. "She would never be with you!"

Hei Xiwen’s hand shot out, gripping his jaw. Pain radiated through his skull. "Listen carefully," he whispered. "She is my woman now. You come near her again, and I won’t hesitate to break every bone in your body." President Lee’s pride warred with the ache in his ribs.

"Stay the fuck away from her," warned Hei Xiwen, releasing his jaw. "Or next time, it won’t be my men who stop you."

As his men dragged him away a slender hand slid down his shoulder and a sweet voice sent ripples into his heart.

"Let’s go home... boyfriend," she said.

He wrapped an arm around her possessively and guided her towards a gleaming black luxury car.

With a flourish, he opened the door for her, revealing the plush leather interior bathed in a soft ambient light. As she settled in the car he accidentally on purpose touched her butt and Luo Shih couldn’t help but smirk at his ridiculousness.

"You are so shameless you know that," she said and he hurriedly tried to defend himself but even if he were to jump into the yellow river he wouldn’t be able to wash himself clean.

***

Another shameless one was pulling his husband into his arms in the office after locking the door. Once the secretary heard a clicking sound she knew that it was time to have a long break. Their boss was about to have an adult nap. It was time to clear the floor.

Wen Qinxi knew what was about to go down. When he came up he was already looking forward to it. He had even prepared for it. He sat perched on the edge of the desk, watching him with a mixture of anticipation and desire in his eyes.

Feeling the weight of expectation settle heavily on his shoulders, Qie Ranzhe approached him, his steps measured and deliberate. His hand reached up to fiddle with the knot of his tie. It was a small gesture yet it sent a fire burning in his body.

Wen Qinxi’s Adam’s apple rolled his legs spreading apart. "I have work to do so don’t mess up my clothes," he said but Qie Ranzhe couldn’t make that promise. He never could. Once he had his hands on Wen Qinxi he couldn’t control himself.

As his tie came loose, Qie Ranzhe pulled it away from his neck, revealing his chest underneath his crisp dress shirt. The fabric clung to his form in all the right ways, hinting at the powerful build hidden beneath his tailored suit. He smirked the smile so dazzling and erotic. "I will try," he said as Wen Qinxi’s gaze lingered on the exposed chest before snapping back up to meet Qie Ranzhe’s eyes, sparkling with unspoken desire.

With a knowing smirk, Wen Qinxi stood up from the desk, closing the distance between them in long, purposeful strides.

Their bodies met, chests pressed tightly together as they shared a heated kiss. It was a dance of dominance and submission, each man taking turns being the dominant force in their passionate embrace.

Without breaking their lip-lock, Qie Ranzhe maneuvered them both towards the desk their movements fluid and practiced after years of sharing the same intimate moments.

As if acting on some shared telepathic command, Qie Ranzhe scooped Wen Qinxi up, cradling him in his strong arms like a precious treasure before placing him on the desk. He set him down gently but firmly on its polished surface. The look in Wen Qinxi’s eyes was part lustful desire and part possessive ownership, his body arching into Qie Ranzhe’s touch as he eagerly gave himself over to the man who owned his heart completely.

Qie Ranzhe followed suit, relinquishing control as his actions became guided purely by desire and need. He let Wen Qinxi unbutton his shirt, revealing more of the sculpted chest beneath; muscles tense and rippling with each laboured breath he took.

Wen Qinxi’s hand slid down and unzipped Qie Ranzhe’s pants. His fingers slipped inside, finding the growing bulge straining against his lover’s underwear. His fingers curled around it teasingly, rubbing in slow circles that sent jolts of pleasure straight through Qie Ranzhe’s core.

Arching his back, Wen Qinxi tilted his head to the side, exposing the elegant column of his neck to Qie Ranzhe’s hungry lips. As their lovemaking intensified, the room echoed with the sounds of their desire; the rustle of fabric, the whisper of breath against skin, and the soft moans that vibrated through the air whenever they touched each other.

Wen Qinxi sucked in a cold breath of air as his fingers dug into Qie Ranzhe’s arm. Qie Ranzhe spread his husband’s legs further apart before grabbing his waist and pulling him closer. Wen Qinxi let out a soft cry that sent shivers all over Qie Ranzhe’s body.

He leaned forward once again, capturing his husband’s lips in a fierce, demanding kiss as he began to stroke Wen Qinxi’s hardening length through his underwear.

With a quick tug, Qie Ranzhe managed to wrestle Wen Qinxi’s pants and underwear down his slender legs, revealing the beautiful sight of Wen Qinxi’s cock standing proudly at attention beneath him.

The long, smooth shaft glistened with desire, adorned by a thick head crowned with swollen purple veins that pulsed rhythmically in time with Wen Qinxi’s heartbeat.

"I have been waiting for a long time for this," Qie Ranzhe breathed against Wen Qinxi’s ear before taking the head of his lover’s cock into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing intensity as he savoured the unique flavour that was distinctly his lover’s.

He lapped at the tender slit beneath the crown, teeth scraping gently over the sensitive flesh as he reached up to grasp Wen Qinxi’s hip in a steady hold.

Wen Qinxi’s hips bucked involuntarily into Qie Ranzhe’s mouth, meeting the expert ministrations with moans of pleasure that echoed through the silent room. The desk creaked ominously under their combined weight, but neither man seemed to notice nor care; their world had been reduced to this moment, this dance of desire and love that knew no bounds or limits.