Ronan was not used to pleasing anyone. The concept itself was foreign—he was always the one in control, the one dictating the pace, the one others submitted to.
So when Riven looked at him like that—mischievous, predatory, as if he were the one about to devour him—Ronan felt sothing unsettling stir in his chest. A strange mix of unease and anticipation.
Riven took his ti, fingers gliding up the front of Ronan’s uniform until they reached the knot of his tie. He toyed with it, twisting the silk between his fingers before giving a playful tug.
"You’re so tense," Riven murmured, leaning in so close that his breath ghosted against Ronan’s throat. "Relax, won’t you?"
Ronan didn’t reply, but his jaw clenched as Riven slowly, deliberately, loosened the tie. He could feel Riven’s fingers brushing against his collarbone, featherlight touches that did far more damage than they should.
The tie slipped free.
Before Ronan could react, Riven shifted, tilting his head to press a kiss against the side of his neck.
Ronan sucked in a sharp breath.
Riven smirked. Good.
He kissed him again, softer this ti, lips parting just enough to let his breath linger on heated skin. Then again, pressing harder, leaving behind a damp trace with just the faintest hint of teeth.
Ronan’s hands twitched.
"You like that," he mused against Ronan’s skin, his tone dripping with amusent. "How interesting."
Ronan growled low in his throat, it was like a warning.
Riven pulled back, his erald eyes flickering down to the tie in his hands.
He grinned.
"Hold still," he whispered.
Ronan barely had ti to process the words before Riven moved. Quick and precise, he grasped Ronan’s wrists and pulled them behind his back, looping the silk around them with practiced ease.
Ronan tensed, a flicker of defiance sparking in his gaze. But when he tested the restraint and felt the tightness of the knot, a slow realisation settled over him—
He had let Riven do this to him.
And it was driving him mad.
Riven sat back, admiring his work before crawling onto Ronan’s lap, straddling him effortlessly.
Ronan swallowed hard.
"You tied up," Riven purred, leaning forward until their faces were re inches apart. "I think it’s only fair, don’t you?"
Ronan exhaled slowly through his nose, fighting the urge to break free. Not because he couldn’t, but because—damn him—he didn’t want to.
Riven pulled Ronan close by the collar, their breaths mingling in the space between them. He hovered for a mont, just to make him wait—just to see the tension coil tighter in Ronan’s muscles. The Alpha was wound up, restrained, and entirely at his rcy. Riven liked that.
Then, finally, he pressed their lips together.
The first touch was slow, teasing, just a featherlight brush of lips that sent a shiver up Ronan’s spine. Riven could feel it—the way Ronan’s body reacted involuntarily, the way his breath hitched ever so slightly despite his usual iron control.
Riven deepened the kiss.
His lips parted slightly, molding against Ronan’s, moving with a deliberate slowness that left no room for escape. His teeth scraped lightly against Ronan’s lower lip before he soothed the bite with his tongue, coaxing a response from the restrained Alpha.
Ronan’s body was hot beneath him, heat radiating through the layers of clothing between them. He felt the way Ronan’s chest rose and fell with increasingly uneven breaths, the way his muscles tensed under Riven’s hands, as if he was holding himself back from breaking free.
And that—that sent a thrill through Riven.
He ran his hands up the front of Ronan’s uniform, fingers tracing the hard lines of his torso through the fabric. He felt every flex, every twitch of restrained power. It was intoxicating.
Ronan growled low in his throat, the sound reverberating against Riven’s lips. His hands, bound behind his back, strained against the silk tie—his body reacting instinctively to the way Riven pressed against him, the way his hips shifted just enough to test his limits.
Riven smirked into the kiss.
His tongue flicked out, slipping past Ronan’s lips, tasting him... Still, Ronan was the Alpha, he refused to just sit by. Like he was eating Riven, his tongue kept attacking him. He took on the dominating position, Riven’s kisses were slow, who has ti for that?
Ronan attacked him with full force.
Riven wanted to comply, he tilted his head, changing the angle, making it even deeper. The sensation sent heat flooding through his veins. Ronan tasted warm, rich—like sothing dark and dangerous, sothing addicting.
Riven pulled back just enough to break the kiss, but he didn’t go far. Their lips were still brushing, breaths mingling, heat crackling between them.
Ronan’s lips were slightly parted, slightly swollen. His eyes burned with sothing unspoken—sothing he couldn’t act on, not with his hands tied behind his back.
Riven licked his lips and grinned.
"You’re not free yet Alpha. You have to please , rember?" Riven looked down. He was already hard... He unknowingly grinded against Ronan so much it was inevitable. Ronan too was hard but that did not matter to Riven.
Riven slowly got off of Ronan and relaxed into the fluffy pillows, he had to let his length out, it was already throbbing and ready to be taken care of. Though Riven was trying to punish Ronan, Ronan did not think so.
Riven’s ears kept moving and he looked at him with excited eyes, he was basically pleading with him, asking him to help take care of him. Taking care of other wolves was definitely the Alpha’s job, was it not?
Ronan leaned forward and in one fell swoop, he took in all of Riven’s lengths.
"Hnn-" Riven bit his lip. He was so aroused and Ronan was just... He was an expert in this.
Unlike last ti, Riven intended to finish in Ronan’s mouth, he wanted to see Ronan swallow, he wanted to see that Adam’s apple of his bob as he took it all in.
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