Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel! Chapter 216: Bath Time Revelations

Leon closed his eyes, allowing the heat to envelop him, a montary escape from the confusion that had taken root in his mind.

Images flickered like candlelight behind his eyelids, Riven’s playful smirk, the way his breath had quickened, the feeling of those soft lips wrapping around him.

Leon’s breath caught in his throat, and he felt that familiar stir of desire, a tightening in his core that he was desperately trying to ignore.

"God, why am I even thinking about this?" he muttered, shaking his head as if to dispel the mories. But the more he fought against it, the stronger the images beca, the heat pooling in his belly intensifying.

He shifted in the bathtub, the sensation of the warm water against his skin only heightening his senses. The soft sound of the water lapping against the sides of the tub beca a rhythm, a gentle reminder of the night before.

Leon’s heart raced, a mixture of excitent and dread coursing through him. He was still grappling with the reality of what had happened, the pleasure that Riven had given him. He was a guy who liked girls, right? So why did the thought of Riven’s touch ignite sothing deep within him? He sighed, a frustrated sound that echoed in the steamy air.

"You cannot be this horny, Leon," he said aloud, half in disbelief, half in defeat. But as he ran a hand through his damp hair. The bulge down there was not going down anyti soon.

His hand drifted down his body, hesitantly at first, then with more certainty as he embraced the rush of sensations flooding him. The slickness of the water made his movents much easier, he could feel it throb, an undeniable hunger awakening within. mories of last night kept reminding him of his doubts.

Leon’s breath hitched as he wrapped his hand around his length, the warmth of the bathwater heightening every sensation. He started slow, his grip firm as he began to stroke himself, his mind filled with vivid mories of Riven.

He was not into n... No, he was not. But he could not think of any other girl at this mont, this made his jaw clench.

Damn it!

He began to move his hand slowly, teasingly, mirroring the way Riven had explored him. Each stroke was both an exploration and an admission, a silent confession to himself that he craved this, still, he would never admit it. No!

He let out a soft groan, his head falling back against the edge of the tub. The steam swirled around him, creating a cocoon of heat that made his skin slick and sensitive. His hand moved faster, the rhythm steady and sure, as he recalled the way Riven had taken control, the confidence in his touch. Leon’s hips lifted slightly, seeking more friction, more pleasure.

His free hand gripped the side of the tub, knuckles white, as he chased the building sensation. The water sloshed gently with his movents, his ragged breath seed to be the only thing he could hear though.

Well, it was not the only thing.

He could almost hear Riven’s voice, low and teasing, urging him on. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, his body tensing as he neared the edge.

He bit his lip, stifling a moan as he stroked faster, harder, his body coiling tight. The mory of Riven’s mouth on him, the way he had taken him deep, was too much. With a final, desperate stroke, Leon ca undone, his release pulsing through him in waves of ecstasy.

"Leon, aren’t you pathetic?"

He had jacked off to the thought of Riven, to the mory of another man’s touch. The realisation was both terrifying and exhilarating, leaving him with more questions than answers. How much more can he deny? Did he like n?

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Riven, too was taking a bath. They both liked to be clean. Leon cleaned himself more often than normal because he was a king, his royal body must be clean, always! And Riven... Well, Riven liked being prepared in case there was so spontaneous boinking. He refused to be slly!

Riven sank deeper into the warm bath, the bubbles floating around him like little clouds.

He began to absently swirl his fingers through the water, a playful smile creeping onto his face as he rembered Leon’s surprised expression when he had leaned in and took in Leon’s length, the way his eyes had widened in a mix of shock and desire.

"Did I scare him off?" Riven chuckled softly to himself, running a hand through his wet hair. He loved the thrill of teasing Leon, but now a hint of uncertainty bubbled up within him. He could still feel the heat of their encounter—Leon responding to his advances, the way he had lted against him.

But this morning? Leon had acted all aloof, like he was trying to shake off whatever had happened between them.

Eli did not seem to have this much trouble with Leon. Leon pretty quickly ca to terms with his sexual orientation with that bunny. He both envied Eli and wanted that bunny squirming on the bed. Alas, such is the life of a horny wolf.

"Maybe he thinks I’m too much," Riven mused, pressing his lips together. He flicked a bubble at the wall, watching it pop with a soft "plop." Eli was never this proactive with Leon, that was one difference. Maybe that was why Leon liked that bunny.

He sighed, letting the water carry his thoughts. Did Leon find him attractive? The way he had pounced on him last night said one thing, but the distance Leon had put between them this morning spoke volus.

"What if he’s confused?" Riven pondered aloud, glancing at the bathroom door as if Leon might suddenly appear.

"What if he’s just scared?" His playful nature was always tinged with a bit of vulnerability, especially when it ca to matters of the heart. He liked to keep things light, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was sothing more between them, sothing worth exploring.

When he ca to this world, he promised himself he would make it his own.