Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 131: Use His Own

"I’ve wanted to do that," Riven whispered against Ronan’s skin, voice laced with satisfaction. "Since the moment you marked me."

Ronan didn’t respond with words. He didn’t need to. The slow, steady rise and fall of his breath, the way his shoulders remained relaxed beneath Riven, said everything. He was allowing it. He wanted it.

Riven smiled softly and placed a kiss on the fading bite, then began to move lower.

His lips pressed along the line of Ronan’s spine—slow, measured, and deliberate. Each kiss was a silent vow, a wordless appreciation. He traced the bumps of vertebrae like a sacred path, occasionally brushing his nose along the dips between muscles, breathing in Ronan’s scent.

Always that warm, rich scent that somehow felt so... him. Strong, grounding, a little bitter, but addictive in its own way. Riven didn’t even know why Ronan smelled like that—something about scent glands and pheromones—but he didn’t care. He loved it.

With every kiss, he pressed lower, the tension in Ronan’s body softened more and more, until he was practically melting into the mattress. Riven didn’t stop. He kissed the small of his back, then ghosted his lips back up again, retracing the path with feather-light touches and soft exhales.

When he reached the middle again, he stopped. He placed his palm firmly on Ronan’s back, pressing him down. It was showtime.

He did not know from where he got the strength, or maybe perhaps, this was the power of a horny wolf. No, a horny half-wolf. He was able to keep Ronan steady in place. There was a little bit of struggle. Ronan came to terms with loss of control in theory but when he actually had to deal with, he was not taking it as well as he hoped.

Ronan’s fingers dug deep into the sheets, he let out a small groan at the pressure being placed on his back. Being compliant was not something he, of all people, was used to.

Riven’s other hand snaked around Ronan’s waist, perfectly sandwiched between Ronan’s muscles and the soft bed. He moved it down to reach for the button. He did not have the patience to tug at it like he did earlier. With one fell swoop, the button came off, and so did his restraints.

Pulling his hand away, he eagerly pulled the now loose pants down, exposing Ronan’s firm rear. Riven licked his lips with anticipation.

Ronan, on the other hand, was getting self-conscious. He agreed to this before, but now... Now, he was not so sure. He quickly let go of the soft sheets, his fists were clenched so hard they were red. He grabbed Riven’s hand, the one that was tugging at the trousers and now trying to feel up his ass.

Riven did not like the interruption. He grabbed Ronan’s naughty, disobedient hand with his other hand and easily broke free. He took the time to reach for Ronan’s other hand by tickling Ronan’s spine on the way to his capture.

He could tell that it was Ronan’s sensitive spot. His back. The most vulnerable part for him.

Riven smiled. He grabbed his shirt that was still hanging on for its dear life, clinging to the bed.

Not ideal, but it will have to make do.

"You trust me, right... You trust your mate?" Riven quickly asked for confirmation. He was many things, but he refused to be someone who would force another person.

Ronan took a deep breath and answered slowly, "...Yes."

After smiling to himself, Riven quickly bound Ronan’s hands behind his back. His veins were out, looking alluring. Was he a werewolf or a vampire? Those veins were so attractive! His eyes traveled to the insides of Ronan’s hands. His rough palms.

No, they were not dainty, but seeing them a beautiful shade of pink from grabbing the bedsheet too hard made him look vulnerable, like a damsel in distress, and he was the big bad wolf.

"Hah... Using my own moves against me..." Ronan panted. His beautiful silver hair was parted. It exposed his fair neck that also seemed to be tinged with the same pink hue.

"I had to. You were being far too disobedient, Ronan." Riven sounded half playful and half-serious. Ronan’s eyes narrowed as he tried to get a glimpse of the half-wolf that dared to get him into this situation.

With Ronan all tied up, Riven took a step back to admire the beauty in front of him. A muscular hot man, his hands tied behind him, his bare behind calling out to him. He was tempted to spank Ronan, but he was afraid that it would not bode well for him if he did that.

So the next best thing would be... Biting him?

Riven carefully rubbed Ronan’s ass as if a genie was going to come out of him. Riven chuckled a bit at the ridiculious thought before baring his teeth and biting into the soft, plump flesh that seemed firm at the same time.

"Riven, you dog-" Ronan hissed in pain and gritted his teeth. He had no high ground either. When he had his way with Riven, he bit him all over. There were red marks all over his back to prove the passionate night they had spent together.

What could the half-wolf do but smile? "I am a dog... Your dog." Riven smirked as he slowly spread Ronan to get better access.1

Riven was ready to put a finger in when he realised what Ronan realised a lot earlier. Ronan did not have the... Facilities to produce slick. And it was not like this world had lube... Did it? He did not explore it enough to know what kind of toys and aids were invented.

He did not need to ponder on this matter. He was sufficiently aroused, and he knew for sure his hole was ready to be breached. Why couldn’t he just use some of his? Riven smiled wickedly before placing that finger into himself first, catching enough bodily fluids to show Ronan a good time.

Inner peace Inner peace

This is harem for a reason