Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 124: Just Have A Good Time

Riven stiffened for a second at the sensation, the unexpected wetness making him blink in surprise. A shiver ran up his spine, not from the cold but from the sudden change in Ronan’s energy.

His hands moved to Ronan’s shoulders instinctively, meaning to push him back and ask what was wrong—but Ronan held him tighter, one arm around his back, the other hand pressing gently behind his thigh to keep him close.

Riven exhaled slowly, letting his resistance melt. He raised one hand higher and reached into Ronan’s hair. The strands were as soft as they looked, snow-white and thick, the kind of hair that easily drew envy. His fingers spread deep through it, parting the strands at the roots and slowly combing them back with his nails.

This was the only way he could offer comfort... At least in this position anyway.

He combed Ronan’s hair through once, twice, before letting it slip from between his fingers like falling silk.

It was such a quiet, intimate gesture.

"Ronan..." he called out, voice no louder than a whisper. It was soft, calm, without judgment.

But Ronan didn’t lift his head. He stayed there, hidden in Riven’s neck, as if the world would disappear if he held on long enough.

He inhaled deeply. Riven’s scent surrounded him. Not just on his skin, but in his lungs, in his soul. That scent—his mate’s—was his anchor, his comfort, and his torment all in one.

Slowly, Ronan nuzzled closer, rubbing his face along Riven’s neck and shoulder. He was trying to spread his own scent onto him, trying to make sure that Riven smelled more like him than anything else.

More like his.

He said nothing.

There was no aggression in his grip. Just something desperate. Fragile.

His neck and face were not the only ones to move.

His hips did, maybe or maybe not subconsciously. The friction between his erect cock and Riven’s sensitive member made Riven moan right into Ronan’s ears which he seemed to enjoy.

He was triumphant. He no longer cried. His hip started to thrust harder and faster, trying to get Riven to moan louder. Riven could feel it on his sensitive member, the pleasure, the rubbing... And he could not do anything about it. He was backed into a wall literally, and Ronan held all the power.

"Aahh- Ro- Ronan... Please..." Riven’s watery, unfocused eyes tried to plead with the Alpha, who seemed to be losing control. He wanted to be a beast and take Riven right now.

Ronan’s lips and fangs grazed Riven slowly... From his neck to his cheeks and finally stopped on Riven’s lips. He did not kiss them, he simply whispered against them, "Please what? Do you want me to stop?" He asked. Though he did not think he could comply if Riven said no.

He could hear Riven’s own wolf calling out to him. It desperately wanted him as much as he wanted it.

"No. I don’t want you to stop..." Riven’s eyes were closed, and he did not lean to kiss either. He whispered these words against Ronan’s lips, just like he did to him. "I want you to... Take me, kiss me harder... And I want to feel you in me."

Those were the words he wanted to say but could not. His mouth occupied, Ronan made sure of that. Riven slowly opened his eyes to see what was going on in front of him.

Ronan had his eyes open too, and they were wide open, as if he did not expect Riven would admit it to him. Their panting breathing filled the silence. They simply kept looking at each other.

"The wall feels cold..." Riven muttered, breaking the silence between them.

And Ronan quickly understood what that meant. With a tug, he pulled Riven forward and firmly grasped him. His hands were back on Riven’s rear. He felt the tail trying to touch his hands, swinging and tickling them as much as it could.

He carried Riven back to his room. He could navigate his mansion with his eyes closed, and that came as an advantage because he did not want to break eye contact with his mate. Whenever he looked at Riven so intently, he would respond with a blush. A beautiful red that tinged his cheeks and made them look so... Biteable.

Riven was done being awkward. The silence and stillness had stretched too long, and frankly, he was bored. Being carried back to their room—cradled against Ronan’s warm chest like some delicate thing—was getting dull.

So, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

Leaning in, Riven tilted his face toward Ronan’s and captured his lips in a sudden, assertive kiss.

Ronan staggered just slightly, caught off guard by the shift in energy. But he didn’t stop walking. His eyes fluttered closed, his steps slower, more careful now, as if every stride risked shattering the moment.

Riven pressed further, deciding then and there that he would be the one in control tonight. No more yielding. No more being handled like he was something Ronan wanted to worship. He wanted to be treated like a dirty little dog instead.

He came for a good time, not an intense love triangle drama that he was now caught up in. Come on... Let’s all just have a good time!

His tongue darted out, soft and playful, tracing Ronan’s lower lip once, then again. A deliberate circle. Slow. Wet. Teasing.

He felt Ronan’s breath hitch, the pace of his heartbeat quicken where their chests touched. Good.

Without breaking contact, Riven deepened the kiss. He slipped his tongue inside, not forceful but confident. He explored Ronan’s mouth at his own pace, brushing against every tooth with the tip of his tongue. A slow, reverent touch over smooth enamel and sharp canines. He’d been thinking about those all night. They were dangerous, seductive—and he wanted them.

Ronan groaned softly, but his tongue didn’t fight back. He let Riven take control, his hands tightening slightly beneath him, arms shifting as he adjusted his hold. Riven smirked into the kiss.