A dash of NSFW

The heated battle between the two lasted much longer than expected. Qie Ranzhe was especially enthusiastic and so was Wen Qinxi. If he could describe Qie Ranzhe's state right now it would be an animal in heat. He was rough and gentle at the same time drawing him into a whirlwind of pleasurable sensations. 

Qie Ranzhe's thrusts grew more urgent, his heart pounding. His slender fingers veins prominent, press against the wall, with beads of sweat glistening on his skin, evoking a sense of intensity and tension.

Their bodies moved rhythmically his tongue lightly brushing against the hickey he had left on his husband's body. The touch was as light as a feather but it was enough to set Wen Qinxi's body alight. He let out a soft whimper his eyes in a drunken haze from lust. 

Qie Ranzhe pushed away the small trinkets on the console table and everything fell on the soft carpet with a muffled clatter.