If Wen Qinxi wasn’t getting his fix from him then where was he getting it from? It was incredibly puzzling. Since Wen Qinxi was busy for lunch Qie Ranzhe went out with Machu.

The two husbands who had been shunned by their partners were complaining nonstop. Well, one was complaining while the other just sat there half-listening and lost in thought.

After listening to Machu’s incessant complaints he finally said, "Can someone who has an addiction just quit cold turkey? Is that possible?"

Machu’s fork paused midair before saying, "Maybe? I think it might depend on how serious the addiction is?... Wait? Are you-."

Qie Ranzhe quickly interrupted him saying, "No it’s not that. Just answer the question."

Machu let out a soft, "Oh.... you know you can tell me if you are on something, right?"

Qie Ranzhe, "..."

Seeing the look of annoyance on his friend’s face he finally said, "Fine, fine... either they are getting their fix from somewhere and you don’t know about it or they really quit. This is a hypothetical question, right?"

His words replayed in Qie Ranzhe’s mind for the rest of the day. On their way back home Wen Qinxi was as always with nothing seeming off.

Qie Ranzhe trusted Wen Qinxi with his life and knew he would never betray him but he knew he was hiding something from him.

After dinner, he went upstairs looking for any clues but there was nothing suspicious. When Wen Qinxi entered the bedroom he found him looking underneath the bed his butt sticking up in the air.

His brow arched as he asked, "Did you lose something?"

Qie Ranzhe bumped his head at the edge of the bed. "Ow... no, I thought I heard something," he said and stood up while rubbing the back of his head.

Wen Qinxi grabbed his hand with concern etched on his face as he said, "Let me see." Qie Ranzhe let him take a look his gaze lingering on his lover’s face.

Wen Qinxi’s movements were gentle as he parted his hair to take a look. Having noticed Qie Ranzhe’s gaze he asked, "What? Is there something wrong?"

Qie Ranzhe held his other hand and said, "If there is something on your mind... you would tell me, right?"

Wen Qinxi’s lips quirked slightly and he said, "Of course I will... It’s not serious. Let me put some safflower oil on it."

"No need," said Qie Ranzhe while taking his hand and kissing his palm affectionately before continuing, "I want something else." After saying that he gently bit Wen Qinxi’s palm his intense burning gaze locked with Wen Qinxi’s.

"We can’t tonight. You must rest up," he said as he withdrew his hand and walked over to his side of the bed.

Qie Ranzhe, "..."

’Aaahhh!!’ He screamed internally regretting ever denying Wen Qinxi. This was retribution. Now he was being starved all in the name of taking a rest.

Qie Ranzhe slipped underneath the covers and cuddled him while trying to coax him into some dirty dancing tonight but Wen Qinxi refused.

That’s because he genuinely felt bad about the past weeks. He was going at it every night not considering his husband’s feelings, especially after how hard Qie Ranzhe worked.

After kissing him goodnight, they fell asleep and just like clockwork Wen Qinxi woke up for some much-needed TLC. He raised Qie Ranzhe’s arm which was limp and removed it from around his chest before slowly getting out of bed.

He made sure that Qie Ranzhe was asleep before tip-toeing out of the bedroom. He slipped into the guest bedroom and found his faithful servicing tool before he rubbed it with some lubricant and spread his legs apart.

Wen Qinxi bit his lip while stroking his member. He slowly slipped that prostrate massager into his greedy hole and arched his back in pleasure. He covered his mouth while thrusting it deeper inside. He couldn’t help but moan while biting into his hand. His fingers were trembling as he was unable to control his desire.

His body was craving this sensation so badly. Wen Qinxi couldn’t get enough of it. He started pumping faster, harder, and deeper. The only sound in the room was the squelching noises coming from his lower half and his muffled moans.

His breathing was erratic, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and his toes curled from the immense pleasure. The towel he had laid down on top of the covers was soaked from the excessive amounts of pre cum dripping from his tip. Wen Qinxi gripped his member tightly the vibrator brushing against his swollen prostate gland.

While he was messing around in the dark, Qie Ranzhe’s eyes cracked open after his arm touched the empty spot next to him.

"Ah...," he grumbled as he reached for his phone to check the time. Seeing that it was two a.m. in the morning his brows furrowed.

It was a regular thing for Wen Qinxi to go to the bathroom but he was gone for far too long. Qie Ranzhe got up and quietly headed towards the bathroom but the light was off and the door was wide open.

He turned the light on and saw that there was no one. A little confused he got out of the bedroom and walked down the corridor.

If Wen Qinxi wasn’t crying in Qie Xieling’s room he most definitely would be downstairs but when he saw that Qie Xieling’s bedroom was empty and the lights downstairs were off he was seriously getting concerned.

He was starting to suspect that Wen Qinxi had left in the middle of the night to go, god knows where. He was about to enter their bedroom and find his cell phone to call him when he heard a sound coming from the guest bedroom. His brows knitted together as he tiptoed over there. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

He pressed his ear on the door and listened in. Lewd moaning sounds came from inside. He was taken aback.

He carefully turned the doorknob and pushed the door open slightly to peek in. What he saw almost made him fall back. He closed the door quietly and leaned against the wall his heart thumping in his chest.

It took him a few seconds to calm down before he could process what he just saw. His husband was pleasuring himself on the bed and it looked so... so sexy. His mind was racing. He now knew what Wen Qinxi had been keeping from him. This was why he had been acting weird in the past few days.

’So this is where you’ve been sneaking off to,’ thought Qie Ranzhe.

He was a bit upset at first but then his arousal quickly won out. He felt himself becoming hard and his erection pressed against his pyjama pants.