Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 624: NSFW

Qie Ranzhe relished every inch of Wen Qinxi’s leg, lavishing it with kisses and adoration as his hands roamed lower, brushing tantalizingly close to Wen Qinxi’s chrysanthemum ready for the plucking.

Wen Qinxi moaned while arching his back. It was as though he was urging him on. Qie Ranzhe’s thumb rubbed his lover’s chrysanthemum the smile on his face growing bigger. He now knew why Wen Qinxi was late.

"You have been busy," he said in a deep and hoarse voice and Wen Qinxi smiled slightly. "You might have an addiction babe."

Wen Qinxi caressed Qie Ranzhe’s nipple while replying, "It helps with my creativity and motivates me to work."

Qie Ranzhe laughed softly his chest vibrating at Wen Qinxi’s fingertips. "Then I am glad I can be of service. If you need any more motivation you can just summon me," he said his fingers dancing along his lover’s inner thigh, drawing shuddering gasps from his man’s lips.

He could feel the heat emanating from Wen Qinxi’s core, could practically taste it in the air as his love grew more and more aroused beneath him.

Eventually, Qie Ranzhe’s hands reached their destination; his fingers spreading Wen Qinxi’s cheeks apart to expose the tight, pink ring of flesh that marked the entrance to his lover’s most secret sanctum. The scent that rose to meet him was heady, intoxicating; an aphrodisiac all its own that only served to fuel the raging fire within him.

With reverence and desire etched onto his face, his finger slowly slid inside the puckered flesh and as expected it was wet and sticky ready to be entered.

He smirked as he turned his gaze to look at his dear husband who was staring at him with a look of anticipation. It was as though he was wronging him by delaying. "It seems like you were quite busy without me," he whispered the look in his eyes that of possession, and that of ownership; a claim that was both symbolic and deeply erotic in its execution.

Wen Qinxi trembled beneath him, his body arching into Qie Ranzhe’s touch as he revelled in the attention being paid to his most intimate parts.

Slowly and carefully, Qie Ranzhe inserted two fingers into that tight, warm opening. The slick heat engulfed them, causing Wen Qinxi to groan softly in pleasure at the sensation. With those magical fingers teasing him he writhed beneath him, gasping for breath as the sensation of being filled penetrated deep within him. It was several times better than when he did it himself. His man always knew what button to press and rub enticing every sense in his body.

The muscles around Qie Ranzhe’s fingers clenched rhythmically, milking him for every drop of pleasure they could extract. He leaned forward again, capturing Wen Qinxi’s lips in another fierce passionate kiss.

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the silent room making those who would hear it blush. With his free hand, Qie Ranzhe reached around to stroke Wen Qinxi’s cock, which was still standing tall and proud. He gave it a firm squeeze, eliciting a deep moan from Wen Qinxi’s throat.

Qie Ranzhe pulled back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked into Wen Qinxi’s eyes with an intensity that nearly took his breath away. "I want you," whispered Wen Qinxi hoarsely, his fingers tracing the outline of his lips before continuing downwards, over his chest and stomach to the unfastened waistband of his pants that were loosely hanging on his body. "Tell me you want me to."

The vulnerability in Wen Qinxi’s voice sent shivers down his spine, and without another thought, Qie Ranzhe buried his face in his husband’s neck groaning out, "I want you more than anything, Xi Xi."

Wen Qinxi stroked his lover’s hair as he whispered into his ear, "Then fuck me... Daddy."

Qie Ranzhe’s lips curled as he stared at his lover from the corner of his eye the fire in his blood raging even more. He would never get tired of hearing his man call him that.

Since that’s what his man wanted he would gladly give it to him. He stroked his hardness before guiding it towards his lover’s entrance which was eagerly waiting for him. Wen Qinxi’s legs rested on his shoulders, offering himself completely to Qie Ranzhe’s control.

The sensation of penetrating the warm, wet heat enveloping him sent shards of pleasure shooting through him like lightning after a lightning strike. Every thrust brought them closer together, each moan echoing throughout the office.

Wen Qinxi met his rhythm perfectly, lifting his hips off the desk slightly with each downward drive, their bodies moving together as one in an erotic dance choreographed by desire. Every touch, every nibble, every whisper sent another jolt of pleasure through them both, binding them closer together with an intensity that was suffocating.

As the waves of pleasure crested and crashed over them, Wen Qinxi felt himself losing control, his climax threatening to overwhelm him completely. "Ran-ge," he gasped out his name, the words barely audible above the ragged sound of their combined breathing. "I’m going to—"

But he never finished his sentence, instead letting out a hoarse cry as he found release. Thick ropes of cum shot on his t-shirt as his orgasm ripped through him. Some of it landed on Qie Ranzhe’s stomach, mingling with their sweat while the rest dribbled down onto the desk below them.

"Ahhhh... fuck..." he groaned, his voice raw with pleasure as the waves of orgasm continued to wash over him. His body trembled beneath Qie Ranzhe’s touch, every muscle clenching tightly before finally relaxing into a boneless heap on the desk.

As he caught his breath, he looked up at Qie Ranzhe, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "That was..." He searched for the right word but found none satisfactory. "Incredible," he settled on at last.

Qie Ranzhe chuckled softly, running his fingers through Wen Qinxi’s sweat-damp hair.

"I am glad you like it... but this is only the beginning," he said and Wen Qinxi reached to cup his husband’s face gently.

"Then do as you please with me Daddy," he whispered with a mischievous smile. He pushed Qie Ranzhe off of him and the man who had a dishevelled appearance staggered back slightly his expression filled with lust.