Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 102: Discussion

Riven’s heart pounded so loudly it almost drowned out the muffled sound of the water. Soren’s mouth moved confidently, claiming Riven’s lips with a fierce, almost desperate passion, and Riven couldn’t help but melt into it.

There was a tenderness to how Soren cradled Riven’s face, his thumbs brushing lightly over his cheeks as he held him close. Riven’s hands found their way to Soren’s chest, fingers splayed out as if trying to ground himself amid the overwhelming sensation.

Bubbles escaped from his nose as he sighed into the kiss, his mind blissfully blank as Soren poured his emotions into the touch.

The kiss was both possessive and protective, as if Soren was trying to remind Riven that he held his life, his entire being, in his hands.

Riven could feel the frustration and jealousy mixed with a hint of vulnerability, and it made his heart ache. He kissed Soren back just as fiercely, trying to convey his own feelings without words—his desire to reassure Soren that he wasn’t going anywhere.

When his lungs started to burn from the lack of air, Soren finally pulled back, his forehead resting against Riven’s as he held him in place. Their eyes met, and even through the distorted water, Riven could see the intensity of Soren’s gaze, his pupils blown wide with desire.

With a swift motion, Soren pushed them both to the surface, breaking through the water with a gasp. Riven coughed lightly, wiping the water from his face as he looked up at Soren, who still had him cradled close. The steam from the warm bath surrounded them, creating a hazy atmosphere that made it feel like they were in their own little world.

Soren smirked down at him, brushing Riven’s wet hair back from his forehead. "Still think you can order me around?" he teased, voice low and rough from the kiss.

Riven gave him a half-hearted glare, his cheeks flushed and his lips tingling from the contact. "You might kill me at this rate." Riven joked. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"I can. But I never want to. I want you alive. I need you.’ Soren said genuinely.

Riven’s smile did not waver. This was just Soren’s way of expressing his affection as weird as it may sound to some people. "I love you too." Riven responded.

Soren just hummed in response, leaning in to press another soft, lingering kiss to Riven’s lips—this one slower, almost tender, as if to soothe the earlier intensity. Riven found himself completely obeying him with no resistance, his hands slowly sliding up to wrap around Soren’s neck...

He just came for a bath and now it was turning into something more! He was too tired for this!

When they parted again, Riven was left breathless, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. Soren smirked, clearly pleased with himself. "I feel better now." He whispered.

"Yeah, yeah," Riven muttered, giving Soren a light shove that barely moved him an inch. "Of course, you do."

Riven let out an exasperated sigh, finally managing to push Soren away enough to get some breathing room. "Alright, that’s enough. Get out so I can finish washing up," he demanded, though his voice lacked the usual bite, softened by the lingering heat from their earlier kiss.

Soren raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk still playing on his lips. He seemed amused by Riven’s half-hearted attempt at authority.

Still, he leaned down and placed a gentle, teasing kiss on Riven’s cheek, his lips brushing against the damp skin with a softness that contradicted his usual possessive demeanor. "Fine," he whispered, his breath hot against Riven’s ear before he finally pulled away.

Riven relaxed a little, grateful that Soren was actually listening for once. But just as he thought he’d get a moment of peace, his eyes caught movement out of the corner of his vision. Soren stepped out of the tub, water dripping down his body, and Riven’s gaze inadvertently followed the droplets tracing paths down his back.

Then, to his absolute horror—and a little excitement—Soren reached for the hem of his wet shirt and, with deliberate slowness, pulled it over his head. The fabric clung stubbornly to his toned frame, revealing tantalising glimpses of muscle as it peeled away from his skin.

Riven found himself frozen, eyes wide and mouth dry, watching as Soren’s bare torso was gradually revealed.

The shirt finally came off, and Soren tossed it aside carelessly, his damp, dark blond hair falling messily over his shoulders.

He turned just slightly, giving Riven a sideways glance, his deep, obsidian eyes catching the faint light in the room. Riven swallowed hard, trying to look away but failing miserably as his gaze trailed down Soren’s chest, lingering on the droplets gliding over his sculpted abs and the lines that disappeared into his waistband.

Soren caught Riven’s stare and smirked knowingly, his eyes holding that familiar teasing glint. "Something on your mind, little wolf?" he asked, voice smooth and confident, as if he hadn’t just put on a whole display on purpose.

Riven’s cheeks burned furiously, and he quickly looked away, scowling to cover up his flustered state. "S-Shut up! You’re doing that on purpose," he snapped, glaring at the wall as if it was at fault.

Soren only chuckled softly, giving a little shrug as he adjusted his belt, making the leather creak just enough to draw Riven’s attention again. "Just getting comfortable," he replied, clearly not buying Riven’s attempt at nonchalance.

He knew that Riven wanted it, he was trying to tease his little wolf.

With one last amused glance, Soren ran a hand through his damp hair, sending more water trickling down his chest before he finally moved toward the door. Riven could barely manage to breathe, fighting to keep his mind from wandering to places it definitely shouldn’t.

As Soren reached the doorway, he glanced back one more time, giving Riven a wicked smile.

"Little wolf, I have not forgotten about the discussion we should be having."