Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 686: NSFW: I love you

Luo Muchen kept his lover’s legs spread wide apart while plundering deeply with little restraint. Their bodies moved together in a symphony of passion, the sound of their breathless moans mingling with the soft rustle of sheets.

"Do you like that baby?" whispered Luo Muchen his warm breath brushing against his nose and lips.

"Yeah... I like it. Don’t stop," he replied in between gasps his mind buzzing from the intoxicating feeling.

Luo Muchen’s cock swelled at his words. He pressed his palms against the pillows thrusting faster and faster into his husband. His butt cheeks bounced with his movements and the headboard that should have been fixed made faint squeaking sounds adding to the overall sensual atmosphere of the room.

"Haa... ugh, I love this," whispered Luo Muchen his mind completely overtaken by pleasure. "I love you, Lin Lin. Oh fuck."

Qie Xieling wrapped his arms around Luo Muchen’s muscular back his fingernails digging into him leaving behind conspicuous scratch marks.

Luo Muchen grabbed Qie Xieling’s ankle and raised his lover’s leg his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he fucked Qie Xieling hard and deep.

Qie Xieling moaned and cried out, his body writhing beneath Luo Muchen as he was filled with pleasure.

"Ah husband... faster.... fuck me harder," Qie Xieling begged, his breath coming in short gasps.

Luo Muchen picked up the pace, his hips snapping forward as he drove himself deeper into Qie Xieling his other hand gripping his waist trying to restrain himself and not lose control.

Qie Xieling’s moans grew louder, his body trembling with pleasure. Suddenly, his muscles clenched around Luo Muchen’s cock, and he cried out in ecstasy as he shot his cum into his already wet mini briefs.

Luo Muchen could feel the pulsing of his lover’s orgasm around his cock. It took everything in him not to climax. Qie Xieling’s body relaxed and he lay there panting his body covered in sweat.

Luo Muchen reluctantly pulled out and removed Qie Xieling’s underwear. "Baby, come on top," he said his eyes glazed with desire. Luo Muchen took off his pants and lay down on the bed his arm resting at the back of his head. With a sly grin, Qie Xieling straddled him while pushing back his shoulder-length hair.

"You are so eager aren’t you," said Qie Xieling and Luo Muchen sat up capturing Qie Xieling’s lips in a passionate kiss. His hand resting on the back of Qie Xieling’s head he sucked on his sweetheart’s lower lip before letting him go.

"Of course, I am very eager," he whispered his voice low and sultry. Qie Xieling pushed him down on the bed before grabbing his husband’s hardness and guiding it into his blossoming chrysanthemum.

"Mhm," he let out a muffled cry his brows creased slightly.

Luo Muchen was a little worried so he asked, "Are you okay?" his hand on Qie Xieling’s waist with his thumb caressing his skin.

"I can handle it. Just let me get used to it," replied Qie Xieling and he began to move, his pendant bouncing with his movements. Luo Muchen was so mesmerised by the way Qie Xieling’s muscles flexed and rippled with each fluid motion. His gaze lingered on Qie Xieling’s body, taking in every detail, from the way his muscles contracted to the way his skin glistened with sweat. The raw power and beauty of his lover’s movements left him breathless.

He reached up and grabbed Qie Xieling’s ass, gently smacking him. "That’s it, ride me, baby," he urged his hips thrusting up to meet his husband’s movements.

Qie Xieling leaned forward, his hands braced on Luo Muchen’s chest. Luo Muchen stroked Qie Xieling’s half-hard cock their sweet pants filling the room.

"Oh, fuck," Qie Xieling moaned, his hips grinding down on Luo Muchen’s cock. Luo Muchen reached up and wrapped his arms around Qie Xieling’s waist, pulling him down for a deep, fierce kiss. Their tongues danced together as their bodies moved in rhythm.

"I love you," Luo Muchen whispered, breaking the kiss.

"I love you too," Qie Xieling replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Luo Muchen bent his knees and groped his husband’s ass spreading those perky cheeks before thrusting his hips harder, his cock hitting Qie Xieling’s prostate with every stroke. Qie Xieling’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Oh, fuck, yes," he moaned while tilting his head back. Luo Muchen’s cock slipped out for a moment, but Qie Xieling quickly guided it back inside before writhing his hips in a circle.

"Ah fuck.... ah baby slow down," said Luo Muchen looking like he was restraining something. Qie Xieling stopped for a moment and it was only when the storm passed that he started moving.

Luo Muchen reached down again and wrapped his hand around Qie Xieling’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Qie Xieling’s hips bucked up off the bed, his cock exploding in his husband’s hand.

"Oh, fuck, I am cumming," he cried out, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Luo Muchen thrust a few more times. With a loud grunt, he thrust deep inside and came, filling his lover up with his hot seed.

Qie Xieling collapsed on top of Luo Muchen his body slick with sweat. They lay there for a few moments, panting and gasping for breath. Luo Muchen stroked his hair and back affectionately before kissing his forehead.

"Did you like it?" Qie Xieling whispered, his fingers tracing circles on Luo Muchen’s chest.

Luo Muchen nodded, his lips brushing against Qie Xieling’s ear. "Did you? How was my performance?" he asked his voice playful.

Qie Xieling laughed softly before saying, "What do you think?" Luo Muchen bit his lower lip as he grasped the back of Qie Xieling’s hand that was resting on his chest. He parted Qie Xieling’s fingers and interlocked their hands together admiring the beautiful pair of rings on their fingers.

The feeling of the cool metal against his skin was foreign but it brought him a sense of peace and fulfilment like he was finally whole.

He couldn’t help but stare at Qie Xieling’s slender, long fingers, perfectly matched with his own. He traced his fingertips over Qie Xieling’s knuckles, admiring the way the ring sparkled against his skin.

"I can’t believe we are finally married," Luo Muchen whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "Twelve-year-old me wouldn’t believe that you are finally mine."

Qie Xieling smiled softly, gazing at their fingers as well. "I know, it’s amazing. If you told me you liked me back then I might have thought you were joking."

"And you would have laughed at me," interjected Luo Muchen and he couldn’t even refute that. He leaned in for a gentle kiss, their lips meeting tenderly.