Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!
Chapter 225: Pancakes

Chapter 225: Pancakes

"I-I’m fine," Leon said with a faint smile on his face that Riven would miss if he did not pay close attention.

There was an unspoken comfort in the aftermath, a sense of belonging that wrapped around them like a warm blanket.

As they lingered in the quiet, Riven’s fingers drifted to Leon’s long blond hair, a playful glint in his eyes. "Let me tie this up for you, my king," he offered, reaching for a hair tie on the bedside table.

Leon instinctively pulled away, shaking his head with a gentle smile. "I can do it myself," he insisted, the glint of determination in his eyes.

Riven paused, but rather than disappointment, understanding flickered across his face. He knew how much Leon hated people touching his hair. "Alright," he said, his voice calm and encouraging. "Do it."

Leon appreciated Riven’s respect for his space. As he gathered the strands of hair and began to twist them up, Riven watched with an affectionate smile.

He turned to Leon, who was still lounging on the bed, a thoughtful look on his face. "Hey, do you want to eat anything? I know we had quite the eventful morning," he asked, a hint of playful mischief in his voice.

Leon nodded slowly, his stomach rumbling softly in agreement. Riven ate what Leon prepared for him, it was only Leon who did not get to eat.

A bright smile spread across Riven’s face, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Alright! It’s my turn to whip something up for you. Just... Bear with me. I’m not exactly a master chef," He said before sprinting away.

Leon chuckled softly, watching Riven close the door. The smile quickly disappeared though, his face was now plastered with a doubtful expression.

As Riven busied himself, Leon found his mind drifting back to what had just transpired. They had crossed a line together, a line that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. They hadn’t gone all the way, but the fact that they had climaxed together felt monumental.

A question loomed over him, one that he couldn’t shake off: What was going to happen now?

Leon’s mind raced as he lay back on the bed, staring at the blanket that covered him. Riven had a mate—something he had casually mentioned in passing—and he also had another lover. Where did that leave Leon?

The question gnawed at him, creating a knot of confusion in his stomach. He had always engaged in casual relationships before, with women who had come and gone without leaving a lasting impact. But this felt different. This felt significant. Why did he care?

He bit his lip, the weight of the morning’s events pressing down on him like a heavy blanket.

"Was this casual too?" he murmured to himself, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks as he thought about their shared climax. It should be casual, it was something he was used to. No strings attached, just meeting physical needs.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. The idea of sleeping with any other man felt wrong. He only seemed to be okay with Riven. Leon couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else. The thought of being with another man made his heart race—not with excitement, but with unease.

Maybe that would be their relationship. Just casual... Sex. That did not seem too bad. He was not some horny lion! But he did have his needs!

Riven returned not long after, a plate stacked high with golden-brown pancakes in his hands. The sweet aroma wafted through the room, making Leon’s stomach growl with anticipation. "Ta-da!" Riven announced, his eyes sparkling with pride as he set the plate between them.

"Wow, those smell amazing," Leon said, a grin spreading across his face as he leaned forward, eager to indulge. But then, in an uncharacteristic burst of confidence, he decided to take a shot. "Feed me," he ordered, lifting his chin defiantly as he looked at Riven.

Riven raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering across his features. A teasing smile slowly crept onto his lips, but he didn’t refuse the challenge. Instead, he sat beside Leon, grabbed a fork and stabbed it through a fluffy piece of pancake, syrup glistening on the surface.

Leon watched intently, his heart racing with anticipation. He did crave something sweet right after their... Exercise.

Riven brought the fork to Leon’s mouth but then suddenly pulled back, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Wait," he said, his voice low and teasing. He placed the fork in his own mouth, taking a bite of the pancake. With his mouth still open, he looked at Leon, the sight both ridiculous and strangely intimate. "You have to eat it out of my mouth though."

Leon’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and excitement coursing through him. The unexpectedness of the moment sent his heart racing. Riven leaned in a little closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against Leon’s lips, a playful challenge hanging between them.

"Come on, my king," Riven encouraged, his voice a low murmur. "Don’t tell me you’re too shy for this."

Leon pouted and did something daring again. He accepted the challenge.

Leon leaned in, caught up in the heat of the moment, his heart thudding in his chest. The playful challenge Riven had issued sparked something deep within him, a desire to break free from his usual reservation.

With a confident tilt of his head, Leon pressed his lips against Riven’s. The kiss was soft at first, a tentative exploration, but quickly deepened. He wanted that pancake!

He felt the surprise in Riven’s response, but it melted away as the kiss continued, their mouths moving together in a rhythm that felt entirely natural. He got used to Riven...

He could taste the buttery sweetness of the pancake mingling with the warmth of Riven’s breath. With a swift motion, Leon took the piece of pancake into his mouth, his quest was a success.

Riven responded with a low chuckle, the vibrations of his laughter resonating through their connection. "Want to continue this, my king?"