Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!

Riven's palms brushed over the soft curve of Eli's ears.

Eli shivered, a tiny gasp escaping against Riven's lips as his ears twitched beneath Riven's fingertips.

Riven pulled back just enough to look at him, still smiling.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to touch these," he murmured, voice low and warm.

Eli's eyes fluttered open, reality crashing in as he realised Riven's fingers gently brushed against his sensitive bunny ears. A rush of warmth flooded through him, and he pulled away from the kiss, a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips for just a moment longer.

His gaze, slightly dazed, locked onto Riven's, where a mix of mischief and concern danced in the depths of those captivating eyes.

Eli shifted, trying to go back to his seat, but Riven's hands were firm around his waist, anchoring him down. "Don't run away," Riven murmured, his voice a smooth whisper that sent shivers down Eli's spine.

Eli's heart raced, his mind scrambling to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling between them. "I didn't intend to," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands hovered uncertainly on Riven's shoulders, as if he were torn between pushing himself free or pulling Riven back into another kiss.

Riven studied him, eyes softening as he recognised the conflict within Eli.

Riven was quiet for a moment. He seemed to be searching Eli's expression for something—fear, regret, maybe even disgust. But all he found was uncertainty and longing, stitched together with a thin thread of guilt.

Riven understood.

He was already entangled in a relationship with Soren and Ronan. Eli felt like an intruder, he did not fit in the equation. He understood it all—how Eli must have spent so long worrying he was overstepping, how he probably lay awake imagining the reasons why this was wrong. Because Eli wasn't just shy or proper. He was kind.

He cared about people...

Their faces were inches apart now, the heat radiating from Riven enveloping Eli like a warm blanket. Eli's breath quickened as he felt Riven's warm exhale brush his lips, a tantalising reminder of the kiss they had just shared.

Riven's arms tightened around him.

"If you want to forget that anything happened between us…" Riven's voice was soft, too gentle. Eli's heart clenched. "We can do that. If you think it's a mistake—"

He didn't get the chance to finish.

Because Eli couldn't bear to hear the rest, he could not listen to Riven even think about calling it a mistake. He was sober... Sober as he can be. That one glass of wine didn't feel like it had an effect on him. He wanted this.

His mouth crashed against Riven's, and this time there was no timid hesitation, no delicate question in the press of his lips. Eli kissed him with a desperation that had been simmering under the surface for longer than he cared to admit—an aching, sweet hunger that made his ears tremble and his chest burn.

Riven exhaled a surprised sound against Eli's mouth before smiling into the kiss. His hands slid up Eli's back again, not to hold him in place but just to feel him.

Eli felt a rush of warmth spread through him, igniting every nerve ending as he deepened the kiss, his fingers sliding into Riven's hair, pulling him even closer.

The kiss grew more fervent, each movement igniting a fire in Eli's gut. He could taste the sweetness of Riven's lips, a mix of desire and something deeper that made Eli's head spin.

Eli let out a soft, involuntary moan as Riven's tongue brushed against his, sending sparks of warmth coursing through him. It was intoxicating, and he was addicted.

Riven tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and Eli felt himself surrender completely. The heat between them was palpable, wrapping around them like a cocoon, shielding them from the outside world. Eli's heart raced as he pressed his body closer, feeling the warmth radiating from Riven. If they went any further maybe they couldn't stop themselves.

As their kiss lingered, Eli felt Riven's hands go beneath his shirt and explore the small of his back, fingers tracing tingling patterns that sent shivers down his spine.

Eli was lost in the warmth of Riven's embrace, the way their breaths mingled, each inhalation filled with an intoxicating blend of heat and desire.

Eli finally pulled back, breathless, his cheeks flushed. He searched Riven's eyes, wanting to see if the fire he felt was mirrored in them. Riven stood there, his expression a mixture of surprise and something deeper—a hunger that matched Eli's own.

"Maybe this isn't a mistake after all," Eli whispered. But with tears glittering in his wide pink eyes, Eli whispered, voice breaking, "But what should we do?"

It was a good question. One Riven didn't have a ready answer for.

He bit his lip, feeling the heat of Eli's body pressed against him, the taste of the kiss lingering sweet and devastating on his tongue. He looked up at Eli, and he did not know what to do. Maybe he should end this here.

In the original story, Eli didn't have such a hard time having a harem... Well, he could not compare, he was not the protagonist, he did not have plot armour.

"You know I can't leave them…" Riven said, voice quiet as he confessed the truth. The truth he'd known before any of this started. Maybe it would be best to let Eli go, he was sure that Eli would easily find someone... Less complicated. "So maybe we should not-"

"No!" Eli did not yell, but his voice was loud... Probably because of the alcohol. He said everything he wanted to say, things he could never say if he was sober. "I don't care. I don't! You share your time between them, give some of it to me, too."

"Eli, you will easily find someone better." Riven tried to put some distance between them. Whatever happened can be brushed off, saying it was because of alcohol.