[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 343: No More Shame Between Us

~Evric’s POV~

"For being stupid. For being so incredibly, painfully clueless about the weight of what I say to you." He pulled back just enough to look at me, and the sight of his tear-streaked face shattered the last of my resolve. "Please... Baby, forgive me."

"For what?" I repeated, needing him to say it.

"I have the answer to your question," he choked, another wave of sobs tearing through him. "I remember what I said at my mother’s house. I’m sorry... I’m so sorry for calling what we share, our intimacy, our love, something shameful."

He buried his face in his hands, his words breaking apart behind his palms. "I said sex with a man had to be hidden... that it was something to be ashamed of. But with a woman, it was something to boast about." He shook, a bitter, broken sound leaving him. "I was so stupid, Evric. So cruel. I didn’t even realize how much I was hurting you."

Hearing him say it out loud made the wound in my chest rip wide open. The tears I had been holding back for all these days finally spilled over. "Do you have any idea how that felt?" I asked, my voice cracking. "All this time... every time we were together, I thought we were building something beautiful. I didn’t realize that in your mind, you were participating in something you felt was beneath you."

I let out a sob I couldn’t contain. "Zayn, there are moments you make me regret being gay. You make me feel like I’m a mistake. The fact that I’ve never been with a woman... it makes your words hurt ten times more, because I feel like I can never give you the ’pride’ you’re looking for."

"No, Evric, no—"

"There were so many times I wanted to ask you if you hated me," I went on, the words spilling out now that the dam had broken. "The way you speak, the way you act without stopping to consider how it affects me... it makes me feel like I’m just something convenient to you, not your partner. And it hurts, Zayn. It hurts more than you know."

Zayn grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him through our shared tears. "I don’t hate you. God, Evric, I love you more than my own life. I was just being careless. I was being a coward, trying to protect my ego instead of protecting your heart. You mean everything to me. You are my world, my home, my anchor."

He wept into my chest, his apologies becoming a desperate litany. "Please forgive me. I was wrong. I was so, so wrong."

I wrapped my arms around him, and for a long time, we just sat there in the dark, sobbing together. The weight of the secret hurt was finally out in the open, and the relief was staggering.

"Listen to me," I said, pulling back to look at him. "There is nothing wrong with loving me. There is nothing wrong with being gay. And there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of if another person hears you moan for the man you love. That isn’t shame, Zayn. That’s love. That’s passion. That’s us."

I wiped his tears with my thumbs, my voice trembling but certain. "You love me, and I love you. There is no room for shy pride or hidden shame in this room."

"I understand now," he said, his eyes searching mine. "I see it now. Please, Evric... give me one more chance. Forgive me."

"I forgave you a long time ago," I admitted, my voice softening. "I only needed you to realize how much words can bleed. I think about your feelings in every breath I take. I treat you as my everything. Please... I just need you to treat me the same way."

"I accept all of you, Zayn," I said softly. "I’ve given you everything I have. I want you to see me as more than just your partner, more than labels or titles. I want you to see me as your everything—someone you put first, someone you trust most, someone whose feelings you think about before you act."

"I don’t want to be hurt again, Zayn. And I don’t want to hurt you either. I don’t want us to go through this pain again."

"Please... let us be everything to each other. Best friends, advisers, each other’s safe place. Be my comfort, and let me be yours."

"Promise me that when you’re confused, you’ll talk to me. Promise you won’t shut me out. I will always make time for you, no matter how busy life gets. Please, baby... just promise me you understand."

"I promise," Zayn said, his voice steady and resolute, as a vow etched into his bones. "Nothing like that will ever happen again. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that you were never a mistake, never something to be ashamed of."

"Thank you, baby. I’m so sorry for hurting you, for pushing you away when I knew how deeply you wanted me."

He leaned in, and this time, the kiss wasn’t fueled by wine or desperate lust. It was slow, salt-stained, and filled with a profound, terrifyingly beautiful forgiveness. The lesson was over, and finally, we were both truly home.

Zayn pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark with a new kind of intensity, not just the physical hunger from before, but a total, soul-deep surrender.

"Can you please have me now?" he pleaded, his voice trembling but certain. "Take me, Daddy. Claim me. I’m yours to own, completely. No more shame, no more hiding."

He moved his hips against mine, a low groan escaping his throat. "Daddy, please... I’m so hungry for you. I’m dying to feel you inside me. I don’t care who hears. I don’t care about anything but you."

He gripped my shoulders, his nails digging in slightly. "Fuck me like it’s been years since we touched. Please, Daddy... ruin me. I’m ready to take all of you, exactly the way you want it."

I stared at him, breathless. For a moment, I was stunned into silence. I couldn’t believe this was my same Zayn who had been so guarded, so worried about his pride. He looked so raw, so open, and so utterly devoted.

"Baby... are you real?" I breathed, my voice thick with emotion. "Do you mean this?"

"Yes, Daddy," he whispered, a tear escaping and trailing down his cheek. "I mean every word. I’m yours."

I didn’t let the fire burning in him die out. The air in the room seemed to ignite as I surged forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that was no longer just about forgiveness, it was about reclaiming what was ours.

I felt his heart racing against mine, and as I moved us toward the bed, I knew this night would be the true beginning of us.

I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, my voice dropping into a low, commanding register. "Strip for me, baby," I said. "I want to control you with my voice tonight. It’s been a while since you’ve cum without my touch, hasn’t it?"

Zayn’s breath hitched, his eyes blown wide with anticipation.

"I want my voice to ruin you first, sweetheart," I continued, watching a shiver race down his spine. "Before my cock takes you to the land of blessings."

"Yes, Daddy," Zayn whimpered, his fingers fumbling with the hem of his shirt. "I want that. Please... break me."

He was already shaking, his arousal evident as he shed his clothes with a desperate haste. I sat in the chair directly in front of the bed, crossing my legs and watching him with predatory focus.

Zayn climbed onto the mattress, sitting back on his hands. He hooked his knees up and spread his legs wide for me, exposing himself completely.

Fuck, the view was breathtaking, exactly like the first time, but deeper now, because there was no more shame between us.

"I’m going to fuck you tonight until you’re breathless," I promised, my voice vibrating through the quiet room. "I’m going to make sure you won’t be able to sit comfortably for days, so that every time you move, you’ll be reminded of who you belong to."

Zayn let out a jagged moan, his head falling back. He nodded frantically, his chest heaving with every shallow breath. "Okay, Daddy," he pleaded... "Please... let your voice command me already. Tell me what you want me to do with myself."

I leaned forward, the shadows of the room dancing over my face. I kept my hands firmly gripped on the armrests of the chair, forcing myself to stay still even though my own blood was screaming for him.

"Touch yourself, Zayn," I commanded, my voice like velvet-wrapped steel. "Seduce me. Make me so desperate until my need for you is unbearable. Show me how much you want me."

He didn’t hesitate. His eyes remained locked on mine as his hands began...