Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy

Qie Xieling grabbed Luo Muchen’s arm tightly while gasping for air. "Muchen... haa... not here ah," he whispered and Luo Muchen who had had a taste wasn’t willing to let go. In that moment he realised how he had lost himself. His self-control vanished like it never existed. He pulled away and Qie Xieling straightened his clothes and fixed his hair.

Qie Xieling was breathing heavily, his eyes clouded and his cheeks were flushed. Luo Muchen had to look away. The sight in front of him was too seductive. Luo Muchen scanned his communicator and the elevator that had stopped moving started moving again. He pulled down his jacket but it was useless. The bulge on his crotch was obvious.

He cleared his throat trying to create some distance between them. He could still back down. He could still turn to Qie Xieling and tell him that he didn’t want to do this anymore. After all, it wasn’t too late.

"Welcome captain," said the voice in the elevator after it stopped on the upper deck breaking the awkward silence.

Luo Muchen turned to Qie Xieling to tell him to go back to his duties but when he met his gaze he felt his blood rushing down to his lower half.

His chest rose and fell erratically and with his clouded eyes, he stared at Qie Xieling’s seductive appearance. Luo Muchen gulped. Why he was finding this man so hard to resist was beside him.

As the door opened he strode over and cupped Qie Xieling’s face before kissing him. Their bodies were pressed together, his hot breath and their tongues entwined. The doors of the elevator remained open as Luo Muchen pressed him against the wall. Qie Xieling raised his leg and wrapped it around Luo Muchen’s thigh pulling him closer. Luo Muchen grabbed Qie Xieling’s thigh and held it up as he rubbed his body against his.

"Fuck," Qie Xieling whispered as their erections touched, the fabric between them a barrier that only amplified the friction. Luo Muchen was in a haze of pleasure, his thoughts incoherent as he rutted his hips against Qie Xieling. The only thing that mattered was his burning desire and his primal instinct to mate.

Qie Xieling gripped his shoulders as he arched his back, his moans loud and uninhibited. Luo Muchen had the irresistible urge to claim him, to make him his so no one would dare approach him. His hands slid down his back and grabbed his firm ass.

Just when things were spiralling out of control, Qie Xieling shoved him away and walked out of the elevator. Luo Muchen stood there his eyes wide as he was pulled out of his daze. His gaze fell on that ass and he clenched his fist with the feel of it still lingering on his palm. He followed after Qie Xieling into the lounge and grabbed his wrist.

Just as the door closed he pulled him towards him. Qie Xieling turned around and pressed him against the wall his heated gaze lingering on Luo Muchen’s lips which were bruised slightly. His lips curled into a sly smile with his hand pressed on the wall. "Captain... this is your last chance," he said his voice alluring and seductive. "You can walk away now and we can forget this ever happened. I am not in the habit of forcing people," he continued while brushing his fingers over Luo Muchen’s chest.

Luo Muchen clenched his jaw when he heard him say, "I am not in the habit of forcing people." How many people were there? Did he know them?

"People? " he asked his breathing unevenly as Qie Xieling leaned his forehead against his. He could feel his hot breath on his face, the warmth of his skin and his lips were only centimetres away.

"Yes, I am a gentleman," he answered.

"So you’ve done this before," said Luo Muchen and his grip tightened on his waist.

"No," answered Qie Xieling. "You are the first," he whispered before licking his lips.

Luo Muchen grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Qie Xieling wrapped his arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, their bodies pressed together and their lips locked.

His lips curled into a smile as he sucked hard and his hands wandered down to the front of his pants. He felt his fingers unbutton the zipper before pulling the hem. Qie Xieling shivered as the cold air hit his skin.

"Captain...," he whispered, his voice breathy and husky sending a tremor in Luo Muchen’s heart. Luo Muchen looked up and his gaze met his. He looked at his dishevelled state, his swollen lips and his flushed face. His heart was pounding in his chest, his breathing ragged, and his blood boiling. He felt a sudden surge of desire, his body craving more of Qie Xieling.

"You’re so beautiful, Captain," he said softly, his voice filled with longing and affection. Luo Muchen’s chest tightened when he heard him say that. If Qie Xieling saw his burn scars he wouldn’t say that. In fact, he might lose any interest he had in him. Well, until that happened he would take full advantage of this. He pulled Qie Xieling towards him and kissed him. It was deep and passionate.

Qie Xieling’s body was on fire. He could feel something was different about this kiss. It was a mix of anger and desire. The kiss was fierce and rough but he could take it. His hands wrapped around Luo Muchen’s shoulders. His fingers dug into his back as he tried to steady himself.

He pulled back for a moment to take a breath. His lungs burned. Luo Muchen picked him up all of a sudden and carried him to the bedroom. He threw him on the bed and Qie Xieling bit his lower lip watching him taking off his t-shirt. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

His gaze glazed over his sensual, muscular body that he had been drooling over ever since he laid eyes on him. Qie Xieling couldn’t help himself. He wanted to feel his skin against his, to have his hands all over him, and he couldn’t wait. Luo Muchen grabbed his zip to pull it down when Qie Xieling shuffled over to the edge of the bed and sat with his legs apart as he grabbed the zip.

Luo Muchen gazed down at him with a burning gaze as he pulled the zip down. He was breathing heavily, his mind and body filled with desire. Qie Xieling could feel the bulge under his pants as his fingers brushed against it while pulling down the zipper. He smirked, the bulge twitching at his touch.