[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 310: Secrets Shared, Bonds Strengthened
~Zayn’s POV~
"You’re welcome," I replied, resting my forehead against his chest. "Just... make sure you keep it safe."
He kissed me again, softer this time. "I will," he murmured. And with that... he shifted the conversation. "What about you, Zayn? You’ve never talked about your father, baby. I want to know everything about you."
A sudden, sharp tension seized my chest. "We have said enough," I told him, turning my head away. "We should sleep."
He tried to press the question again, his voice gentle.
"Evric, that’s enough," I warned, my tone firm. "Don’t try to dig any deeper. I’ve introduced you to my mother, Liana, and all my friends. The question you just asked isn’t something I want to answer.
"Babe," he murmured, concern audible.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I turned my back to him completely, pulling myself out of his warmth and settling stiffly on the far edge of the bed.
A moment later, he shifted closer until he was right behind me, his arms sliding around my waist.
"If you don’t want to talk about him, I understand," he whispered into my ear. "But please don’t turn your back on me. Don’t be angry at my question. I’m only trying to know you better."
The question itself didn’t hurt, but the answer, the truth behind it, carried a pain I could never fully put into words. I went still, unable to voice the weight of that old wound.
Before I could gather my thoughts, Evric slipped out of bed. He walked around to the foot of the mattress and knelt beside me, lifting his gaze to meet mine. His voice was soft, remorseful. "I’m sorry if I asked the wrong question. I’m just..."
I stared at him, unable to form a response. I stretched out my hand, pulling him closer to the bed, and kissed him quickly. I needed to break the suffocating awkwardness. "I’m horny," I mumbled, the words rushed.
Evric chuckled softly, his eyes full of tenderness. "You’re trying to distract me, aren’t you? I know you."
I smiled, acknowledging the truth, but gently took his hand and guided it beneath my pajama bottoms. He gasped as his fingers found my cock, immediately hard and throbbing.
Evric muttered, his voice thick with sudden desire, "F*ck, baby, how come you are this hard?"
I leaned up and whispered against his ear, "It’s because I want you. Come and f*ck me."
He didn’t hesitate. He began stroking me beneath the cloth, the friction sharp and insistent. He kissed me deeply, rolling us over as he climbed fully onto the bed. He moved quickly, peeling away my pajamas and finding the demanding heat of my erection. He stroked me with purpose, driving me up, making my body tremble with need. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
I was so hard I could barely breathe. Then, softly, I spoke the simple, raw truth he had just sought. "My father," I began, my voice trembling under the grip of his hand, "might have probably forgotten about us by now. There’s no reason to talk about him. I have nothing to say about him... we don’t really share a history, okay?"
"Okay," Evric replied gently, tightening his grip on my cock.
He started stroking slowly. "Faster, baby, please go faster," I urged, tilting my hips into his hand.
Evric’s hand moved rapidly, his full attention on my pleasure. I urged him to lean closer, and in response, I began stroking him, though my mind was scattered, my own release dangerously near.
"Please, kiss me, I’m close!" I pleaded.
Evric kissed me deeply. "I’m going to cum, babe. F*ck, Evric, please faster!" The intensity was overwhelming; I teared up, agonizingly close, yet the sensation was too sweet to let go.
When I finally did, it was a violent, shuddering climax. I spilled onto Evric’s hand and my chest, collapsing back onto the pillows, breathing hard. "F*ck, that feels so good, babe."
Evric kissed me tenderly. Then I pulled him down. "Come on me," I urged, needing him to release his own tension.
"No," he said, shaking his head slightly. "Just watch me."
I watched as Evric started jacking himself off, his eyes burning with desire. I quickly leaned in, kissing him and playing with his nipples to hasten his release.
"Baby, kiss me," he moaned, his body tensing. I did, my lips finding his neck and chest.
"Please, f*ck me," I whispered against his skin, sucking and touching every part of his body, cupping his balls while he worked himself into a frenzy. Finally, he came hard, his climax mirroring mine as he kissed me, breathing his release into my mouth.
"Thank you, love," he gasped.
"You are welcome," I replied. He cleaned himself up quickly, and I did the same.
"We need a quick shower," he said. The ’quick shower’ turned into an intense, second round of sex in the bathroom, harder and hotter than I could describe. I moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the tiles. When we both finally released with shouts and shudders, Evric washed us down with the warm spray.
Afterward, I staggered back towards the bed, exhausted and content. Evric, in full care mode, quickly cleaned me up and used a towel to dry my hair, finishing with the gentle warmth of the hairdryer. He quickly dried his own hair, and we both slipped under the duvet.
He wrapped me in his arms, holding me close like a cocoon. The last thing I heard him murmur, his voice heavy with sleep, was, "Babe, we’ll go pick out a gift for Father tomorrow."
I only answered with a soft "Hmm" into his chest, already drifting off.
The next morning, I woke to the entire house filled with a delicious, rich aroma, the unmistakable scent of breakfast cooking. I checked beside me; Evric wasn’t there.
I stood up, pulling on a silk robe, and followed the enticing scent toward the living area. I found Evric inside the kitchen, standing at the stove in only a pair of pajama bottoms, stirring something in a pan. He looked entirely out of place yet completely endearing.
I tried to pinch myself, convinced I was still dreaming, but the sharp sting on my arm confirmed reality. "Evric?" I called out, my voice barely a whisper of surprise.
He looked up, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yes, baby? Good morning."
"What... what are you doing?" I asked, completely bewildered.
"I’m cooking," he replied, a hint of nervous pride in his voice.
"I see that," I said, utterly confused. "And who is helping you?"
He stopped stirring and turned back to me. "Baby, what do you mean?"
"When did you learn how to cook?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief.
He walked toward me, his movements careful. "Baby, I’ve been learning for a few weeks now."
I pulled back slightly just to look him over, searching his face to make sure I had heard him correctly.
"Yes, baby, I have been learning," he confirmed, his eyes full of tenderness. "Because we are getting married soon, and I want to make breakfast in bed for you myself."
He took my hands, his voice softening into a heartfelt confession. "I don’t want you to be the only one stressing in the kitchen or..."
