Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 128: I Agree

"Let me be inside you," Riven said in a tone so serious that the listener would think somebody was dying.

As for the Alpha. He had a hard time processing the information he had just heard. Just what did his little strawberry just say?!

"Riven, what are you talking about?" His brows furrowed. His face was turning a bit red, but Riven could not tell if that was him blushing and considering it a possibility or if the Alpha was getting mad and he was going to be punished again.

Still, Riven pressed on, for without risk, what is there in life?

"I am talking about me..." Riven pulled his right hand out of Ronan’s grasp. He slowly lined Ronan’s body from the throat, carefully moving around his Adam’s apple, to his chest, his impeccable chest... To his defined abdominal muscles... And finally reached the entrance... The trousers!

Riven would have to get off of Ronan if he wanted those trousers off. All the grinding he did didn’t just have an effect on Ronan, it affected him too! He was horny! And yes, he was always horny but now he was even more!

He had been teased for far too long, first in the garden... He left in the middle, not really Ronan’s fault, but he was still going to say he was teased unfairly, and then now, he needed to boink!

His fingers tugged at the trousers, trying to get the button to open with the little effort he put in. Riven had this insane belief that he was very strong and that he was simply going along with all the male leads because he wanted them.

He finally finished the sentence after tugging on those damned trousers that refused to budge, "I am talking about me... Inside you." He gave a pretty rambunctious smile that had his teeth on full display.

Ronan abruptly sat up, the sheets rustling beneath him as his strong arms shifted to support his weight. Riven, still straddling his waist, instinctively leaned back slightly to give them both space. Their chests still touched, barely, but now they were eye-level—close enough to feel the heat of each other’s breath.

"I- I can’t..."

Ronan’s face was flushed, pink blooming high across his cheeks and even touching the tips of his ears. He looked away for a moment, his icy blue eyes darting anywhere but at Riven’s smirking face.

"Can’t?" He repeated, eyes sparkling. "Ronan, what do you mean can’t? You can! You just haven’t tried."

Ronan did not move when Riven leaned forward suddenly and bit his cheek—not hard, just enough to leave a faint mark. The Alpha’s blush deepened almost instantly, his breath hitching. Riven pulled back with a triumphant glint in his eyes. That blush was the prettiest shade of pink.

"Now you look like the strawberry," he said smugly, referencing the nickname Ronan had given him when he got all pink and pouty. He tilted his head, ears twitching in amusement.

"Unfair," Ronan muttered under his breath, one hand rising instinctively to touch the spot where he’d been bitten. "You’re being unfair."

Riven posed the condition that if he goes through with this request, he would forget what happened. But he... He could not... Accept a request like this.

Riven grinned wider. "Why not?" he pressed, leaning in again, his hands slipping up over Ronan’s shoulders. "You can. Just try it. I want to be the one in charge this time. You’ll be fine! I’ll be gentle." His voice lowered into a teasing, sultry whisper. "I promise not to break you."

Ronan’s eyes widened, and he opened his mouth—then closed it again, clearly struggling.

"I..." he started, then groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I don’t know how to do this. I don’t think. Riven, I am the Alpha-"

"So?" Riven interrupted him quickly. "So what? Alphas can have fun too."

"This is not something I ever imagined for myself." Ronan tried insisting. A few weeks ago, before he met Riven, if someone asked him this, he would probably rip them apart. But now his mate is making this request, the mate he wronged twice. And now he had to make up for it.

Riven tilted his head. "What, letting someone take care of you for once?"

Ronan groaned again. "It’s not about that! I’m just... I don’t know how to not be in control. It’s how I’ve always been wired. Leading, protecting, guarding..."

"You do that all the time," Riven said gently, brushing his fingers through Ronan’s snowy hair. "So just for one night—let me lead. Let me be the one who makes you feel good. It doesn’t make you any less of who you are."

What should he do? He could not make up his mind.

Ronan’s body remained still beneath Riven, but inside, his thoughts were a storm of conflicting emotions. His chest rose and fell with a little more effort now.

He had always been the one in control. The Alpha. The protector. The one who carried the weight of decisions, of responsibility, of other people’s fears and expectations. And with Riven, he had stepped into that same role naturally. To be the one who shielded, who held back his own wants in favour of the little wolf’s comfort

But now...

Now, Riven was asking him to hand over the reins. Not just in body, but in spirit too. To trust someone else entirely. To let go. To be vulnerable. freewebnσvel.cѳm

His pride prickled at the thought. Not out of ego, but doubt.

His hands twitched at his sides, fingers tightening slightly as he stared at Riven’s face—so full of life, mischief, and confidence. The younger man didn’t see weakness in what he was asking. How could someone like Riven even begin to understand his woes?

Riven bit his lip after seeing Ronan hesitate so much. He did not want to push the man! So he backed away, "Forget I asked. Now..." Riven pulled him closer and leaned in to kiss Ronan when he heard something that made him freeze.

"I agree."