Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 328: Mirror, Mirror On the Wall

Chapter 328: Mirror, Mirror On the Wall
Soren stepped behind Riven, his breath warm against Riven’s neck as he took in the scene before them. The expansive master bedroom was bathed in soft light, but it was the mirror that captivated them both—a gleaming surface that not only reflected their bodies but also the intimate moment unfolding between them.
Soren leaned in closer, kissing the delicate skin along Riven’s neck, his fingers slipping beneath the soft fabric of Riven’s shirt. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down Riven’s spine, igniting a thrill of excitement intertwined with a sudden wave of shyness. He caught sight of their mirrored figures—Soren’s confidence contrasted with his own blushing face.
"I am happy that you can see yourself in the mirrors now, but... This is..." Riven’s voice trailed off, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration lacing his words.
"Why not?" Soren murmured, his lips continuing their playful assault along Riven’s neck. He quickly began to unbutton Riven’s shirt, each pop of a button echoing in the charged atmosphere. The intimacy of the moment deepened with each kiss, each caress.
"I would love to see your face as I take you from behind," Soren added, his voice low and sultry. Riven’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade, heat pooling in his stomach. They had explored this dance many times before, yet tonight felt different—more electric, more exposed.
Riven’s shyness surprised him. Normally confident and carefree, the mirror reflected a side of him he hadn’t expected to confront. He glanced at Soren, who wore a teasing grin, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Come on," Soren coaxed, his tone playful yet sincere. "Let’s make this moment unforgettable." The challenge hung in the air, daring Riven to embrace both the thrill of vulnerability and the intimate connection they shared.
With a shaky breath, Riven met Soren’s gaze in the mirror, feeling both shy and exhilarated. "Okay," he whispered, a smile creeping onto his lips. "Let’s do it."
Soren’s fingers danced across Riven’s abdomen, tracing lines that burned with anticipation.
"Look at us," Soren breathed, his voice thick with desire. Riven’s eyes flickered to the mirror again, taking in their reflection—Soren’s heated gaze locked onto his, filled with hunger and longing, while Riven’s own features betrayed a mix of eagerness and bashfulness.
With a swift movement, Soren turned Riven to face him, their faces inches apart. He captured Riven’s lips in a deep, unhurried kiss, pouring every ounce of his desire into that moment. Riven melted against him, his own hands finding their way to Soren’s back, pulling him closer as if he could hardly stand the distance.
Soren quickly made use of his tongue, as if he couldn’t wait. So what if he got poisoned? It only made him want to hold him closer. Riven made an ’mmf’ sound in response, but welcomed him, he joined him. The sounds of wetness filled the air as the two kissed.
Breaking the kiss, Soren stared into Riven’s eyes, his breath warm against Riven’s face. "I want you to feel everything," he said, a promise laced with urgency. As he spoke, Soren’s hands slid lower, teasingly brushing over Riven’s hips before finding the waistband of his pants.
Riven’s heart raced, anticipation coiling tighter within him. "Soren..." he managed, his voice barely above a whisper, caught between desire and the heady fear of vulnerability.
"Just trust me," Soren urged, his tone a mix of command and tenderness. He deftly unbuttoned Riven’s pants, easing the fabric down just enough to tease at the edges. The mirror reflected every movement, every flicker of need in Riven’s eyes. He could hardly believe how exposed he felt, yet it ignited a fire within him.
Soren began to undress, his movements fluid and confident, but Riven’s eagerness turned into a bit of clumsiness as he rushed to help. He fumbled with Soren’s shirt, fingers slipping over buttons that seemed to have a mind of their own. A soft laugh escaped Soren, his eyes dancing with amusement as he leaned closer.
"Here, let me help," Soren said, guiding Riven’s hands with gentle patience. Together, they peeled the shirt away, revealing Soren’s toned chest and the impeccable V-line. Riven’s breath caught in his throat, admiration and desire flooding through him.
Once Soren was free of his shirt, Riven couldn’t resist. He wrapped his arms around Soren’s neck, pulling him closer until their lips met again in a heated kiss. It was hot and steamy, their bodies pressed together, skin against skin.
Soren’s hands roamed down from Riven’s waist, exploring the curves and planes of his body. As they climbed higher, his fingers brushed over Riven’s nipples, teasingly pinching them between his fingers. Riven gasped into the kiss, a mix of surprise and pleasure coursing through him.
Soren leaned into Riven’s gasp, savouring the way his body responded. "You like that, don’t you? Your nipples have always been your sensitive spots." He murmured against Riven’s lips, his voice low and sultry. The thrill of teasing Riven sent a rush of heat through Soren, igniting a wild desire to explore every reaction he could draw from him.
"Yes," Riven breathed. "Don’t stop."
Soren’s fingers continued their playful torment, rolling and pinching Riven’s nipples with a delicious pressure that made Riven squirm against him. Each gasp and moan that escaped his lips spurred Soren on, pushing him to explore further. He relished the way Riven’s body responded, how every touch elicited a shiver, a sigh, a breathy plea for more.
Breaking the kiss, Soren watched Riven in the mirror, his expression a mix of pleasure and desire. "You’re so responsive," he said, delighting in the sight before him. "I love how easily you come undone."
Soren reluctantly released Riven’s nipples, a smirk playing on his lips as he trailed his hands down Riven’s body. He didn’t linger, didn’t tease as he usually did. Instead, he went straight to where Riven craved him most, his fingers slipping between Riven’s cheeks, finding his entrance already slick and ready. With a confident thrust, Soren inserted two fingers, knowing full well that Riven was more than prepared.
Riven let out a surprised gasp, "Nnghh, so quick?" His body tensed for a moment before melting into the sensation. Soren’s directness was unexpected, but Riven was far from complaining. The urgency behind Soren’s actions sent a thrill down his spine, he would always love to know that Soren wanted him just as much.
"You’re ready for me," Soren murmured, his voice a low growl as he began to move his fingers in a rhythm designed to drive Riven wild. He curled them slightly, hitting that spot inside Riven that made him see stars. Riven’s body responded instantly, his hips bucking against Soren’s hand, seeking more of that intense pleasure.
Soren made sure their bodies were pressed tightly together, their erections rubbing against each other with every movement. The friction was maddening, sending jolts of electricity coursing through both of them. Riven’s breath came in short, desperate gasps, his mind a blur of sensation as Soren’s fingers worked their magic.
"Soren..." Riven panted, his voice a mix of plea and demand. He clung to Soren’s shoulders, his nails digging into the firm muscle as he rode the waves of pleasure crashing over him.
Soren’s lips found Riven’s neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin as he continued to thrust his fingers deeper, harder. "You feel so good," he whispered against Riven’s ear, his breath hot and ragged. "I can’t wait to be inside you."
Riven’s body shivered at the promise, his hips moving in time with Soren’s fingers, chasing the crest of pleasure that was building within him.
Just as Riven teetered on the edge of climax, Soren pulled away, leaving Riven breathless and yearning. "Why..." Riven whined, his frustration spilling over into an adorable pout. "You’re mean..."
Soren couldn’t help but smile at Riven’s reaction. "I just know you that well," he replied, his voice warm and teasing. "I know your body that well." Riven’s heavy breathing filled the space between them, a mix of longing and impatience.
With a swift motion, Soren turned Riven over, guiding him to bend over, hands firmly planted on the mirror. The sight of Riven like this—exposed, eager, and glancing back with those pleading eyes—made Soren’s heart race.
"The mirror..." Riven gasped between pants, a hint of playful concern in his voice. "Might get dirty..."
Soren smirked, locking eyes with Riven through their reflection. "So? It’ll be cleaned..." His tone was teasing, but desire hung thick in the air. Without another moment’s hesitation, Soren positioned himself, his arousal pressing against Riven’s entrance.
With a powerful thrust, Soren entered Riven in one swift motion, causing Riven to let out a soft whimper. "So full..." he whispered, the sensation overwhelming him as he adjusted to Soren’s size.
"Again and again..." Soren murmured, his voice low and filled with urgency. He pulled back slightly before thrusting in again, this time with more force. "Nnghh!" Riven moaned, the sound echoing off the walls, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through both of them.
Seeing what’s happening in front of him in the room next door, Leon screamed, "That fucker!"