Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 625: NSFW

Qie Ranzhe bit his lower lip his gaze intense like a beast restraining itself. His baby loved playing rough in bed. He would do him a disservice if he didn’t oblige him.

Wen Qinxi ran his fingers through his hair as he got off the desk his t-shirt that was riding halfway up his chest slipped down covering part of his wet inner thighs. He was dazzling and erotic like a fox demon luring him into a trap.

"Baby, you like provoking me. Don’t beg me to stop later," he said his shirt buttons all unbuttoned by now. His pants still hung low on his V-line his always pristine hair with no strand out of place was now dishevelled making him even more enticing.

He walked over in two strides and grabbed Wen Qinxi’s arm before pressing him against the desk. His hot breath sprayed on Wen Qinxi’s nape causing the man to shudder as he leaned his head back with an alluring smile. Qie Ranzhe’s hand slid up under his husband’s t-shirt, his fingers finding bare skin as he traced lazy circles around one nipple before giving it a firm pinch. A soft moan escaped Wen Qinxi’s lips as he arched involuntarily into the touch, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.

His fingers continued their journey, travelling south along Wen Qinxi’s toned abdomen. Wen Qinxi couldn’t help but squirm under Qie Ranzhe’s touch. The fire between them burned brightly once more, stoked by their desperation for each other.

Qie Ranzhe pulled off his man’s t-shirt exposing his sculpted chest and slender waist. With a heated gaze that gave Wen Qinxi the illusion that he was being watched by a predator, Qie Ranzhe trailed light, teasing kisses along the dip of Wen Qinxi’s spine his thirst for this man growing with each second.

He pressed his lover down on the desk until Wen Qinxi’s chest and face were plastered against the cool surface. When his nipple brushed against it he shivered slightly.

Qie Ranzhe’s fingers dug into the flesh of his ass cheeks, spreading him open and revealing his tight, pink entrance. Without further ado, he positioned the head of his cock against that entrance and pushed forward slowly, feeling the tight heat envelop his length as he entered him again.

A low groan escaped from Wen Qinxi’s lips as he felt Qie Ranzhe fill him once more, each inch of cock sinking deeper until they were fully connected. Their hips met with a satisfying thud, their bodies moulded together like two pieces of a single puzzle.

"Oh god, Ran-ge..." Wen Qinxi murmured, arching his back slightly to give his husband better access to his quivering hole. He could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against a particularly sensitive spot inside him, making him shudder with anticipation for what was to come next.

Qie Ranzhe leaned down, his lips brushing against Wen Qinxi’s neck as he whispered hot words of encouragement and lust into his ear. "You like that, huh?" he asked before nibbling gently on his ear.

"Hm, I like it. Fuck me harder Daddy," replied Wen Qinxi his voice hoarse. Qie Ranzhe’s hot palm slid across his neck making Wen Qinxi’s head tilt upwards.

His hips started moving in a rhythmic, sensual pattern that sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through both their bodies. With each thrust, he hit that sweet spot inside Wen Qinxi with astonishing precision, driving him closer and closer to the edge. Qie Ranzhe’s partially covered chest rubbed against Wen Qinxi’s back his other hand gripping his waist.

As the pleasure built once more, the desk creaking beneath their combined weight, Wen Qinxi felt himself growing tense again.

"Ah Daddy slow down Ah fuck," he cried out almost out of breath. Qie Ranzhe sucked hard on his shoulder making sure not to use his teeth. Wen Qinxi still sucked in a cold breath of air his eyes teary.

"Ran-ge! Ah," he exclaimed as the familiar sensation of his orgasm coiling in the pit of his stomach soon became unbearable, and with a hoarse cry, he came once more, his body convulsing around Qie Ranzhe’s big cock. Thick ropes of cum spurted out to mingle with their combined juices on the desk below them. Qie Ranzhe didn’t let him bask in the afterglow of his orgasm that long.

He pulled Wen Qinxi up from the desk the rippling of his man’s Adam’s apple hot in his palm.

His other hand gently pinched his lover’s nipple as he thrust deep into his lover. Wen Qinxi arched his back while biting his lower lip his soft whimper further enticing his husband.

"Mm mm... ah... too... too deep babe ah ah ah," he whispered raising his arm to touch the back of Qie Ranzhe’s neck at a weird angle.

"You want me to stop?... Hm?" whispered Qie Ranzhe into his ear.

Wen Qinxi gently rubbed Qie Ranzhe’s nape while shaking his head. "Don’t. Stop... I want it."

Qie Ranzhe smacked his ass gently before whispering into his ear again, "Then be good for daddy and I will fuck you good." Wen Qinxi smiled slightly but soon that smile was replaced with louder moans. Qie Ranzhe’s thrust became more powerful his fingers gently pinching the erect nipple.

"Fuck... you are so tight," he whispered before letting out a gruff groan. After thrusting a couple more times he couldn’t bear it anymore. He wanted to see his lover’s face as he cried out in pleasure.

He gently yet firmly scooped up Wen Qinxi into his strong embrace. The sensation of Wen Qinxi’s body pressed against his sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. He carefully laid Wen Qinxi down on the plush surface of the couch.

With a seductive glint in his eyes, Qie Ranzhe removed his shirt revealing his toned physique underneath. He cast the shirt aside with a satisfied smile.

Eyes locked on each other’s, they shared a passionate gaze and Qie Ranzhe thrust forward, piercing Wen Qinxi’s entrance with the tip of his arousal.

The sensation was like electricity surging through both their bodies as Qie Ranzhe began a slow, agonizing rhythm, carefully teasing and penetrating Wen Qinxi deeper with each thrust.

"Ah. Ah. Ah fuck...," Wen Qinxi cried out his body writhing beneath him like he wanted to run away.

"Don’t move babe... Keep your legs like this," he said his voice as enchanting and alluring as a vixen. Wen Qinxi’s legs were bent at the knees his knees almost pressing against his chest. Qie Ranzhe’s broad palms pressed his husband’s thighs down gently as he thrust deep inside him.

PA PA PA PA PA

Loud sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the office mingled in with the groans and moans coming from the two of them.