Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!
Chapter 211: Need

Chapter 211: Need

He grabbed one of the soft blankets from the foot of the bed, tugging it loose with ease.

Leon watched, confused, until Riven returned with the blanket in hand and a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Wait, what are you—?"

Before Leon could finish, Riven was on him again, this time pinning his wrists down against the headboard.

"You like to be in control, huh?" Riven muttered. "Well, let’s see how you do without it for a bit."

Leon wriggled in protest, but Riven expertly wrapped the blanket around his wrists, tying it securely to the wooden posts.

"You dare bind your king?" Leon asked, half-scandalised, half-intrigued.

He did not really mind this position, every touch of Riven’s made him feel good.

"Your Majesty," Riven said dryly, "if you don’t stop trying to throw yourself at me like a mutt in heat, I will wack you with a pillow."

Leon let out an offended gasp.

Riven tugged once more on the bindings to make sure they were secure. Leon’s wrists were cushioned by the soft fabric, but the message was clear—he wasn’t going anywhere.

Leon tested the bonds, glaring. "This is a betrayal. Treason. I could have you beheaded for this."

Leon groaned, dramatically flopping his head back against the pillows. "I just wanted a little warmth. Is that so wrong?"

Riven was about to retort when he saw Leon look like he was on the verge of tears. He was squirming, he finally put everything aside, his pride, shame, everything and slowly asked, "Riven, please help me..."

Riven stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. Leon would hate him in the morning if he had his way. He bit his lip in frustration. Leon was clearly aroused, he could see it through his underpants.

It did not help that Leon kept wiggling and squirming, trying to feel something, anything that would scratch the itch he was feeling. He needed a release, and no matter how much he tempted the wolf, he did not bite. Leon felt helpless and hot!

"I still feel hot..." He whimpered again. His beautiful golden locks framed his regal face, his voice still sounded spoiled, but he was begging nevertheless. And Riven was a sucker for that.

Riven finally decided on something. He was going to help Leon. He said he did not want any women, so he was going to take this upon himself.

"Leon..." Riven’s voice trembled a little. He did not know why, this clearly was not his first time doing this to another man. But it felt different with Leon. He knew that Leon was still far from accepting that he might be into men. In the novel, it took some time, too.

They’ve known each other for only a few days, and Riven did not know if Leon would hate it and eventually hate him.

"Hmm?" Leon’s eyes were half-open. He was struggling to concentrate, his mind was filled with dirty thoughts about the person in front of him. How would he react when Riven touched him, kissed him, claimed him?

Imagining those emerald green eyes looking at him desperately as the wolf kissed every inch of his body... There were goosebumps on his body already... Just thinking about it was enough for his cock to throb, what would happen when he actually experienced it?

Riven’s thoughts were nowhere near Leon’s. He continued, finishing his sentence. "Leon, do you know who I am?"

He needed to confirm. He hoped Leon knew what he was asking for and who he was asking. If not, he would not do it.

"Hah! Of course, this king is not out of his mind. I know that you’re that cunning wolf. That devious green-eyed half-wolf." Leon scowled half-heartedly, then pouted seeing that Riven did not move an inch.

Riven bit his lip. He was still doubtful, but Leon knew what he was asking of him, even if it was under the influence of a drug. Riven would help. Only help, nothing more than that.

Riven sighed, long and deep, watching Leon writhe uselessly under the blanket-ties he’d expertly knotted. The king had finally settled down, though his face remained pink with a mix of heat, irritation, and maybe—just maybe—a dash of embarrassment.

"Fine, I’ll do this," Riven said as he slowly started to climb the bed.

Leon stiffened as Riven crawled closer, the mattress shifting with each of his movements. There was something purposeful in the way Riven approached him now, something far more composed than Leon’s previous clumsy passion. Riven’s hands found their place on either side of Leon’s face, and before Leon could say another dramatic word, Riven leaned in and kissed him.

Soft.

Deliberate.

The touch of their lips was so gentle it almost made Leon dizzy. He didn’t move at first, stunned by the difference... By how slow and careful Riven was. It wasn’t rushed or messy. It was calm. Controlled. Intimate.

Just as Leon started to kiss back, just as he tried to tilt his head and deepen it, Riven pulled away.

Leon blinked in disbelief. "What the—?"

Riven smirked and said nothing.

He leaned in again, brushing his lips over Leon’s, slow and warm.

Leon tried to follow the rhythm and take the lead, but once again, just as their mouths met more fully, Riven pulled back.

A frustrated grunt slipped out of Leon. "Riven..."

The third time, Leon waited.

Riven’s lips hovered for a beat longer, almost testing him.

He wanted to make one thing clear to Leon, he was the one taking the lead, not him. He was not going to be the sub here.

This time, Riven smiled softly into the kiss. Their lips met again, and Leon finally caught on. He let Riven take the lead, let him control the pace and pressure. Riven kissed him slowly, drawing out every moment like he had all the time in the world.

Leon melted beneath him, his bound hands forgotten, his body relaxed against the soft blankets.

But this was barely enough, he wanted more! He needed it right now.

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