Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 175: Moonstone

Soren hovered above him, eyes dark and focused, taking in every inch like he was trying to memorise him all over again.

"You’re staring," Riven muttered, a touch flustered, his ears twitching despite the heat rising to his cheeks.

Soren’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "Of course I am," he murmured. "You’re mine to admire."

Without another word, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Riven’s forehead.

Then another followed on the bridge of his nose, then between his brows. Soren’s hands never strayed far, cradling Riven’s face like he was the most precious thing in the world.

He continued downward, each kiss like a sacred offering. A brush of lips against Riven’s cheek. One at the corner of his mouth—just enough to make him exhale shakily. Then his chin. His throat.

"Soren..." Riven whispered, voice caught between flustered and wanting.

Soren didn’t stop. He trailed kisses lower, down the hollow of Riven’s collarbone, pausing to nuzzle the skin there before kissing the sensitive spot just under it. Riven gasped, arching slightly, he felt warmth pooling down there again.

Soren’s lips moved further—across his shoulder, then his arm. He kissed the inside of Riven’s wrist with reverence, as if each part of him needed attention, needed worship. Each part of him was perfection.

By the time Soren reached his chest, Riven was already trembling from how slowly, how thoroughly, Soren was kissing him. He moved further down, placing a kiss just below his ribs, then tracing the line of Riven’s stomach with his mouth, making sure every kiss was deliberate—every kiss a reminder of how much he missed him.

"Hah... I can’t tell what left me overwhelmed the most, this or when you put in three fingers." Riven said with exasperation. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Soren froze for a second, then smiled, "Overwhelmed? It is yet to come, I am just getting started."

Riven wanted to say something, but Soren got to work again.

Riven’s breath hitched as Soren continued his slow descent, his lips never leaving the path he’d begun.

His lips ghosted over the centre of Riven’s chest, lingering for a heartbeat before he moved on, brushing a kiss over his sternum, then lower, to the soft skin just beneath. Soren’s long eyelashes tickled his skin.

He clenched his hands in the blanket beneath him, resisting the urge to squirm. The kisses weren’t rushed. If anything, they were maddeningly slow—small, open-mouthed and full of silent intent, trailing from just under his ribs down the flat of his abdomen.

When Soren reached the waist, he paused for a second, admiring the V-line. His fingers traced it and wiped the cum on Riven’s shaft when he came, cleaning it.

"Mmm... Hah..." It was a pity that the chains stopped him from reaching Soren’s face. He wanted to pull him up and kiss him.

Soren moved lower to press a kiss to the inside of Riven’s hipbone, then down to the top of his thigh. Riven let out a soft, choked sound, his legs tensing before relaxing again under Soren’s touch.

Soren kissed one thigh, then the other, his hands gentle as they ran along Riven’s legs—thumbs stroking, fingers firm but tender. His mouth trailed down to Riven’s knee, then the side of his calf, leaving a trail of heat and fluttering nerves in his wake, then to the ankle, and finally to the top of his foot, where he placed one last kiss.

When he looked up, Riven was flushed and breathless, his chest rising and falling quickly, golden eyes wide.

"Every inch," Soren said, voice deep and sure. "Now, let’s get started, shall we?"

Soren moved gracefully toward the tall wardrobe standing against the wall, the muscles of his back shifting under bare skin with every step. His dirty blond hair was a little tousled from earlier, his movements unhurried and confident. Riven, still lounging across the soft bed with tousled hair and a faint flush on his cheeks.

He couldn’t stop watching.

How was it fair that Soren looked like that without even trying?

The wardrobe creaked open, and after a moment of quiet rummaging, Soren emerged with a large box wrapped neatly in deep indigo paper. A pale ribbon, tied with care, gleamed like silk under the warm lighting.

Riven blinked, temporarily pulled from his daze as the large box was held out in front of him, completely blocking his view of Soren’s chest. His ears twitched in mild protest.

"You’re ruining the scenery," Riven muttered, though a grin tugged at his lips.

Soren smirked. "You’ll like this better."

He took the box and set it on his lap, fingers already tugging at the ribbon. "A present? You’re spoiling me," Riven teased, but there was a softness in his voice. He couldn’t remember the last time someone gave him something just because they wanted to see him smile.

The lid came off with a gentle rustle, revealing a polished piece of moonstone resting on a bed of midnight blue velvet. The stone shimmered faintly under the light, almost iridescent, glowing with an inner luminescence. It was sculpted beautifully into a tall conical shape, elegant and powerful, cool to the touch even through the velvet lining.

Riven’s eyes widened. "Soren..."

He lifted the stone carefully. It was heavy in his hands, but not overly so—solid, reassuring. Just holding it felt... Grounding.

"Do you know what this is worth?" he whispered. "A piece this size—this quality—it could feed an entire clan for a year. Even the Alpha of the wolf clan couldn’t own something like this..."

Soren smirked. Of course, his intent was to show off. And show that he was better than Ronan. He was better than that dog in every way possible.

Riven’s golden eyes turned toward him, flickering with emotion. "You bought a moonstone... Because I’m a wolf, didn’t you?"

It was beautifully shaped. The piece was in a conical shape, the tip had the circumference of his middle finger, and the base was slightly bigger than Soren’s wrist. Overall, it was about 20 inches tall.

"It’s safe to put it in, you know." Soren said.

"What-"