Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 118: In Your Mouth

Ronan’s fingers, which had been gently teasing the base of Riven’s ears, slowly traced down to the nape of his neck. His touch was careful, even reverent, as if handling something precious.

He let his hand settle behind Riven’s head, his thumb lightly brushing along the curve of his neck as he pulled him closer. He caught a glimpse of Riven’s surprised emerald eyes before he closed his.

Riven’s breath caught. His body responded before his mind could catch up, leaning in, and following Ronan obediently.

His hands were on the ground, his fingers dug into the ground and gripped the grass as he steadied himself.

His tail, still lazily swaying behind him, stilled for just a second. Their foreheads rested together, breaths mingling in the space between them.

Then, their lips touched, just barely, like a whisper, like a secret shared between them.

Ronan’s voice was a low rumble, barely audible. "We’re not done here."

The words sent a shiver through Riven, not from fear or cold, but from the quiet certainty in them. There was no hesitation in Ronan’s tone, no question, just intention. Riven’s heart flipped in his chest.

And then Ronan leaned in, claiming his lips in a kiss that was gentle but somehow still full of fire. There was no urgency to it, no desperation.

His tongue asked for permission as it entered Riven’s mouth, which he received. Riven did not fight it, he allowed Ronan’s tongue to do what it wanted, but when Riven got the chance, he tried to get a taste of Ronan too.

As their mouths moved in soft sync, breaths catching between them, Riven felt like he was falling in love all over again. What was this gentleness that made his stomach do flips?

The kiss deepened slowly, as though they were pouring all the things they hadn’t yet said into the kiss. Maybe some things that they already said, Riven did not know, but he could feel Ronan’s apology again, an apology for leaving him twice.

He also felt Ronan’s pride, the pride he felt when Riven successfully shifted. Riven sighed into the kiss, as if surrendering himself.

Riven’s lashes fluttered against Ronan’s. It was ticklish, and he couldn’t help but smile.

He tilted his head slightly, allowing Ronan better access, inviting him closer. He felt the large, steady hands at his waist pulling him in, anchoring him. One of Ronan’s hands slid up to cup his cheek, thumb caressing the soft skin there as if to memorise it, and the other still on his waist.

To Riven, the kiss felt like being seen truly seen not just as someone broken or behind, but as someone worthy of affection. Desired. Wanted. He hadn’t realised how badly he needed this reassurance until now.

Knowing your mate wants you just as badly was such an incredible feeling, it felt like a drug he couldn’t help but get addicted to.

Wanting more, craving more, and demanding more.

When they finally parted, their lips hovered close, noses brushing. Riven’s cheeks were flushed, his breathing unsteady.

"...We’re definitely not done," he murmured back, his voice softer, tinged with a touch of bashfulness.

Ronan smiled, resting his forehead against Riven’s again. "Good," he whispered. "Because I’m not letting you go."

Ronan slid his hand on Riven’s cheek down to join his other hand, situated on Riven’s waist. Gripping Riven’s waist firmly, Ronan pulled him closer. Riven no longer straddled Ronan’s waist, but he was dangerously close to Ronan’s face.

Riven was nervous and excited, with a shaky voice and his eyes never leaving Ronan’s he asked, "Just- what do you have planned?"

Ronan replied with a teasing smile, "I want to taste you again."

Riven... He was always horny, that was for sure. He flinched as Riven carefully handled his shaft. He bit his lip, waiting Ronan to take it into his mouth. He was nervous... Was it a good nervous? Kind of!

They were in a public setting! And even though there was no one around, it was just as thrilling!

Ronan smiled and did what he always did, lick the tip. His strawberry as he endearingly called it, well, not out loud. Riven would probably never let him touch his ’stawberry’ if he were ever to say that out loud.

He took the salty but sweet shaft into his mouth, it was ready for him to move. He moved closer so that it could go deeper into his mouth.

"O- Oohh-" Riven moaned softly. He smiled against the member occupying his mouth, it was like it found a new home. It made itself comfortable.

Seeing that Ronan did not move yet and wanted to tease him, Riven frowned, he started moving to compensate Ronan’s complete lack of effort. "You can just tease me like this!"

Ronan, however, being a menace, completely let go and replied, "I absolutely can."

Riven was getting restless, he got him all worked up, but now he refused to move! "Why..." He asked, with his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth turned with sadness.

Ronan’s hand gripped Riven’s shaft, it felt like it was looking straight at him. He traced upwards, leaving Riven shivering in place. He brought his mouth close to the strawberry again, he smiled at the precum dripping before he ordered, "I will do what you want, but you have to ask me."

Riven’s ears froze... He did not want to say that! He should be the dominant one here! Ronan was earning his forgiveness, still, he bit his lip and did as told. His alpha was asking him, how could he say no? His wolf seemed to overtake his brain as he begged.

"Please, Ronan... Could you..." He tried to finish the sentence but it was so hard! Just like his dick was!

Ronan licked some of the salty precum off teasingly before asking, "Could you...? Finish the sentence, Riven."

"Hnnngh- Could you take me into your mouth... And please me?" Riven asked with his green eyes watery from desperation.

"Of course I will..." He lightly kissed the tip, "Now was that so hard?"