Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 636: NSFW 2

Qie Xieling tightened his grip on Luo Muchen’s waist pulling him closer. "Let me go take a shower first," he whispered his lips brushing against Luo Muchen’s ear the lust in his eyes tangible.

Luo Muchen who didn’t have the patience to wait, kissed his lips fiercely his hunger for this person was undeniable. Qie Xieling slid his hands underneath Luo Muchen’s t-shirt. His fingers brushed against the warmth of his lover’s skin as he pulled the fabric higher and higher, revelling in the unveiling of each new inch of exposed flesh. Luo Muchen groaned softly at the sensation, arching into Qie Xieling’s touch like a moth drawn to a flame.

His actions frantic he began to peel off Qie Xieling’s clothes that were in the way. He took off Qie Xieling’s jacket their lips plastered together. He tossed the jacket who knows where before pressing his palms on either side of Qie Xieling’s face pulling him closer. Because he didn’t control his strength he pushed Qie Xieling backwards and with a soft thud, he bumped into the lamp which almost fell.

Qie Xieling chuckled softly as he steadied himself their lips moving together in a heated kiss. Their hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies creasing their clothes.

With a playful grin, Qie Xieling reached up and slowly peeled off his shirt, revealing his toned muscles to Luo Muchen’s hungry gaze.

Luo Muchen’s eyes lingered on his chest and abdomen appreciating the view. He ran his fingers along Qie Xieling’s abdomen, tracing the lines of his sculpted physique with reverence. Qie Xieling laughed softly from the ticklish sensation. Teasing him further Luo Muchen kissed his chest while caressing him all over.

When his tongue gently licked Qie Xieling’s nipple, Qie Xieling’s chest quivered as shivers of pleasure coursed through his body. The sensation was intense igniting a firestorm in his body. He leaned his head back surrendering to the intoxicating feeling. His fingertips gently ran through Luo Muchen’s hair as the man’s lips trailed down his chest after rubbing, licking, nibbling and sucking on his nipples.

Luo Muchen’s lips trailed down Qie Xieling’s chest, leaving a trail of fiery kisses and hickeys on his supple skin.

"Mm," Qie Xieling’s breath hitched with each tantalizing touch, his heart racing with anticipation.

With a determined tug, Luo Muchen began to undo Qie Xieling’s belt, his fingers working deftly as he knelt before him. The bulge pressing against Qie Xieling’s jeans strained against the fabric, begging to be set free. An intense sensation spread to the tip of his toes and when he glanced down he saw his man teasing his cock through the fabric.

His eye dripping with lust he ran his fingers through Luo Muchen’s hair.

"Chen-ge, why are you so... enthusiastic?" he whispered his voice breathy.

Luo Muchen didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled the zipper on his lover’s pants. He slid it down and then undid the button. His lips brushed against the bulge, sending a jolt of desire coursing through Qie Xieling’s body. With a hungry gaze, Luo Muchen pulled his jeans down, revealing his throbbing cock straining against his boxers.

Qie Xieling had no time to take a breath as his boyfriend was eager to have him. Without hesitation, Luo Muchen reached out and pulled Qie Xieling’s hot cock free from the confines of his boxers. His hand wrapped around it with a firm grip.

Qie Xieling let out a low moan as Luo Muchen began to stroke him, his movements expertly teasing the man’s senses. He gripped the corner of the table nearby his knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip.

"Ahh shit," he muttered under his breath as the pleasure built within him. He could feel himself growing harder and more desperate with each passing moment. And then, without warning, Luo Muchen’s mouth descended upon him, engulfing his throbbing shaft in a sea of wet heat. He grasped his hair pulling it back from his face his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He gasped in ecstasy as Luo Muchen’s lips worked tirelessly up and down his length, taking him deeper into his mouth with every stroke. The sensation was overwhelming, sending electric shocks of pleasure rippling through his entire being.

With each flick of Luo Muchen’s tongue and each tug of his lips, he felt himself on the brink of release. His fingers ran through Luo Muchen’s hair the pads of his fingers pressing onto his scalp the more deeper his lover took in more of his cock.

Qie Xieling’s head fell back, his eyes fluttering shut as waves of ecstasy washed over him as his lover moved. He struggled to restrain his hips from thrusting into his lover’s mouth.

Tears welled in Luo Muchen’s eyes as he gazed up at Qie Xieling his devotion evident in every flicker of his lashes. He eagerly took his partner’s cock deep into his throat until Qie Xieling’s entire length was swallowed. The sensation of his cock being enveloped in the warm, wet embrace of Luo Muchen’s mouth and throat was intensely pleasurable.

He could no longer hold back and in a moment of pure bliss, Qie Xieling climaxed, his body trembling with the force of his release. With a final, desperate thrust, he emptied himself into Luo Muchen’s eager mouth. "AH... fuck!" he cried out in pleasure his head a muddled mess.

Luo Muchen swallowed eagerly, savouring the taste of Qie Xieling’s essence as it coated his tongue.

As Qie Xieling’s climax subsided, Luo Muchen withdrew slowly, his lips glistening with remnants of their passion. Qie Xieling leaned down and planted a searing kiss, his mouth claiming Luo Muchen’s with a ferocity born of desire. Their lips melded together in a fervent dance, tongues tangling with each other in a fiery passion.

Qie Xieling tasted himself on Luo Muchen’s lips, igniting a fire within him that burned hotter with each moment. He wanted his man so bad.

With a satisfied growl, Luo Muchen allowed himself to be dragged down onto the bed by Qie Xieling, their lips never once parting from the ravenous sultry kiss.

Luo Muchen’s hands roamed freely over bare skin, exploring every curve and crevice with an insatiable curiosity that could only be quenched by the taste of salty skin and the scent of musk. Their breath came heavy and laboured, punctuated by soft moans and whispers of desire.