Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 109: Pampered With Kisses

"Don’t hold back," Soren murmured, his voice a low, sultry purr. "I want to hear every little sound you make."

Riven shivered again, his hands clinging to Soren’s shoulders as he fought to keep his composure. But it was impossible when Soren’s hands were so tender and knowing, tracing every inch of his ears like they were his favorite toy.

Eventually, Soren pulled back just enough to look at him, a soft smile curving his lips. He lay down beside Riven, pulling him close until they were tangled together, legs entwined. Soren continued to toy with his ears, one hand idly petting through his hair while the other traced soothing circles on his back.

They stayed like that—cuddling, warm and pressed together—while Riven’s eyelids grew heavy. Soren kept stroking his ears, his touch possessive yet gentle, and Riven couldn’t help but let himself sink into the comfort, feeling safe and undeniably cherished in Soren’s embrace.

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting soft patterns on the bed where Riven lay nestled against Soren’s chest. The warmth from Soren’s body seeped into him, and he felt cocooned in a sense of safety he wasn’t accustomed to. It took him a moment to realize why he couldn’t move—Soren’s arm was draped over his waist, his hand gripping Riven’s tail possessively. Riven squirmed to get out

but that only made Soren tighten his hold and mumble something incoherent into Riven’s hair.

Riven huffed, a bit embarrassed at being caged in so firmly. He gave another subtle wiggle, trying to slip out of Soren’s embrace, but suddenly, Soren’s eyes fluttered open, dark and bleary with sleep. His gaze fixed on Riven with a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

"Stop moving," Soren rasped, his voice rough and deeper than usual. He pulled Riven closer, pressing their bodies flush together, his mouth brushing against Riven’s temple. "Stay with me a little longer."

Riven hesitated, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. There was a tenderness to Soren’s words that made his heart skip a beat. Before he could form a response, Soren’s hand slid up his back, gently guiding his chin upward so their eyes met.

Then, Soren kissed him. It wasn’t a gentle, sleepy kiss—it was heated and demanding, full of raw desire and need. His lips moved against Riven’s with unrestrained passion, tasting him like he was the sweetest thing in existence. Riven’s hands instinctively gripped Soren’s shoulders.

He too, shared similar thoughts. Remember every inch of Soren before leaving.

Soren’s mouth moved against his with such fervor that Riven’s knees felt weak, despite lying down. Soren’s lips parted, his tongue slipping past Riven’s in a slow, teasing caress that left Riven breathless.

Riven felt a shiver crawl down his spine as Soren nipped at his bottom lip, tugging it gently before deepening the kiss once more, his hand moving to cradle Riven’s jaw with a possessive touch.

Riven’s mind was spinning—Soren was kissing him like he would devour him whole, and every brush of their lips felt more intense than the last. A soft sound escaped Riven’s throat before he could hold it back, and Soren grinned into the kiss, clearly pleased by the reaction.

Finally, Soren pulled back just enough to press a gentle kiss to Riven’s cheek, then his forehead, then back to his lips, slower and more tender this time. His thumb stroked Riven’s cheek, and his eyes glinted with a predatory satisfaction.

"Morning," Soren whispered, his lips brushing against Riven’s as he spoke.

"If I knew I was going to get pampered with your kisses this much, if I left, I might have left early." Riven smiled and teased.

Soren did not like what he said, so in response, he pinched Riven’s waist. "Ow!"

"That’s what you get if you talk about leaving me. Don’t think I won’t lock you up in a cage." Soren’s eyes gleamed, but it was not gentle. He was being very serious.

Riven’s ears flattened in a mix of frustration and reluctant amusement. "I need to get ready," he said, attempting to put a bit of sternness in his tone.

Soren pouted, tightening his grip and refusing to let go. "Just five more minutes," he murmured, his lips brushing over Riven’s jaw as he whispered. "You’re too irresistible in the morning."

Riven’s resolve wavered, and his heart thudded painfully in his chest. "The just has just begun!" Riven pushed Soren away, but he did not get far.

Soren grinned, nuzzling into the crook of Riven’s neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin there. "So?"

So? What do you mean so? It’s not good to be this horny in the morning!

With one last nip at Riven’s ear, Soren finally released him, letting out a reluctant sigh. "Fine. Go get ready. But don’t take too long."

Riven shot him a mock glare before slipping out of bed, trying to regain his composure. He headed to the bathroom, his face still flushed from the kiss, and hurriedly washed up and got dressed.

As he fixed his hair, his mind kept replaying that kiss, the way Soren’s lips moved against his, the way his hands held him like he was something precious. Hah... He had to leave this man for a week, how could he? freewebnøvel.coɱ

When Riven finally stepped out of the bathroom, adjusting the collar of his shirt, he paused mid-step. His breath caught in his throat. Soren was sprawled lazily on the bed, shirtless, with his arms behind his head.

The sun lit up his well-defined muscles, his toned chest and abs on full display. He looked completely unbothered, but his eyes tracked Riven’s every move with a hint of mischief in them.

Riven felt heat flood his cheeks. Soren was doing it on purpose—showing off like that just to mess with him. He tried to will his face back to normal, but it was impossible when Soren smirked at him like that, his gaze hot and unwavering.

"Are you sure you don’t want to..." Soren smirked, with his teeth on full display.