Chapter 230: A pinch of NSFW
Wen Qinxi lay motionless on the bed, his body consumed by exhaustion and despair. His eyes were swollen from tears that flowed every night, after a day of trying to be strong.
The room was cloaked in darkness, a reflection of his shattered heart and the void left by his missing son.
For days now, Wen Qinxi had Jolie scouring the virtual realm in search of Leong Jinn’s base of operations. But after a while, Jolie just disappeared.
It was as if she had vanished into the vast expanse of virtual space, leaving Wen Qinxi at a loss. For days on end, there was nothing not even a single distress message.
Each passing day felt like an eternity, a relentless cycle of hope and despair. Wen Qinxi had poured every ounce of his being into the search, neglecting his own well-being in his desperate attempt to find any traces of Jolie.
Sleep had become a luxury he could no longer afford, as nightmares of loss and helplessness haunted his restless nights. He would always have the same dream that is of Qie Xieling sitting on his tiny table as a toddler while drawing seriously.
Whenever he asked him to show him the picture he was drawing, Qie Xieling would shake his head and say that it wasn’t a picture but he wrote something for him.
When he handed it to him, Wen Qinxi would be faced with haunting words. "Help me, Dad." It had him waking up with a panic attack.
As Wen Qinxi lay there silently wiping his tears, the bedroom door creaked open, allowing a sliver of light to pierce the darkness.
Qie Ranzhe, entered quietly, shedding his suit jacket with a heavy sigh. His eyes fell upon Wen Qinxi’s frail figure, and his heart shattered into a million pieces.
Qie Ranzhe had witnessed Wen Qinxi’s destructive actions lately and he couldn’t help but worry for his health. At the rate he was going, he would shed ten years of his life and he didn’t want that.
He had seen the toll it had taken on Wen Qinxi’s spirit and witnessed the anguish etched upon his face day in and day out. The weight of their shared pain was almost unbearable, threatening to suffocate them both.
With gentle steps, Qie Ranzhe approached the bed, his movements careful and deliberate. He discarded his jacket before tugging at his tie. His hands were bloodied the entire day torturing the mercenaries that helped Leong Jinn. For days this had been his routine but at the end of each day, he would scrub his body thoroughly and come back home. While he was gone his mother-in-law and brother-in-law took turns to watch Wen Qinxi but none of them could control him.
His gaze never wavered from Wen Qinxi as he unbuttoned his shirt, his love and concern radiating from every pore.
Silently, Qie Ranzhe slid under the covers, his warmth enveloping Wen Qinxi’s fragile form. He wrapped his arms around his husband, pulling him close and offering solace in the darkness. They lay there, tangled together, their heartbeats syncing in a rhythm of shared sorrow and unwavering love.
No words were spoken, for none were needed. Qie Ranzhe’s presence was a balm to Wen Qinxi’s wounded soul, a reminder that they faced this ordeal together. In the embrace of their shared grief, they drew strength from one another. They found solace in each other.
As the night stretched on, Qie Ranzhe held Wen Qinxi tightly as he whispered, "Still having nightmares?"
Wen Qinxi played with Qie Ranzhe’s fingers as he nodded his head. "Then how about we go for therapy? I know you don’t want to but I promise it will help...," he said but Wen Qinxi didn’t respond.
Qie Ranzhe raised his head slightly to look at his face as he was embracing him from behind. Wen Qinxi’s eyes were open but he just wasn’t talking.
Qie Ranzhe kissed his cheek and whispered, "Baby...," the pain in his voice evident.
"I don’t want to talk," he replied and Qie Ranzhe didn’t push it. He continued cuddling him his mind in disarray. Wen Qinxi rarely said that to him. There was never a time when he didn’t want to talk but today he didn’t want to.
Qie Ranzhe decided to get out of bed and take off his pants and wear his pyjamas. As he got out of bed he asked, "Can I have a goodnight kiss then?"
Wen Qinxi nodded his head so Qie Ranzhe lay back down and kissed his lips. He gave him a peck but Wen Qinxi had other plans.
Just as Qie Ranzhe let him go, Wen Qinxi pressed him down on the bed and kissed him passionately.
Qie Ranzhe was a little confused at first. Just now Wen Qinxi didn’t want to talk to him. Now he was pressing him down on the bed. He pulled away to question Wen Qinxi, "Baby..?"
Wen Qinxi gave him a deep lingering kiss before running his hand down his chest, his abs before his fingers pulled the zipper of his lover’s pants and slipped his fingers down his trunks. Qie Ranzhe felt himself getting hard being rubbed like that and just moaned lightly. Wen Qinxi only stopped when his cock was fully erect. He pulled away and took his pyjama top off leaving his top half naked. Qie Ranzhe ran his fingers up Wen Qinxi’s chest admiring his skin glowing under the moonlight.
Wen Qinxi leaned down sucking and kissing Qie Ranzhe’s neck, shoulder and pecks. Qie Ranzhe hummed as Wen Qinxi explored his body, playing with his nipples before running his tongue along his sternum.
He dug his fingers into Wen Qinxi’s thigh as he groaned in pleasure. He cupped Wen Qinxi’s cheeks and brought his mouth to his neck and licked his neck before sucking on it. Wen Qinxi pulled away, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips before leaning down and taking Qie Ranzhe’s cock into his mouth, sucking gently on the tip of it before slowly bobbing his head.
Qie Ranzhe groaned softly and shifted his hips upwards, meeting his mouth with his own, his hand stroking Wen Qinxi’s hair and thrusting downwards. He hadn’t been intimate with his husband ever since Qie Xieling disappeared. None of them was thinking about it as it was the last thing on their minds but now that he had gotten a taste, he realised how much hunger he had been holding in.
Wen Qinxi’s hot wet mouth brushed against his shaft and Qie Ranzhe gasped in pleasure with a needy moan. "Haah, baby... uggh just like that," he moaned the pleasure intense.
He grabbed Wen Qinxi’s head bringing him closer, the warmth of Wen Qinxi’s breath heating up his sensitive skin. Wen Qinxi started moving his head up and down his penis deepthroating it till he had tears streaming down his face. As though under a spell he enthusiastically pleased his man.
