[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 347: How I Take You From Behind

~Evric’s POV~

"Fuck, you’re so tight... so perfect," I growled, my voice a dark mess of dirty words. "Ride it, Zayn! Take all of it! You’re mine!"

"I’m yours! Please, don’t stop! Deeper!"

The ride became a blur of heat and sound. I could feel the climax building like a tidal wave in my gut. I leaned forward, pinning his chest against mine, my arms wrapping around him in a crushing embrace as I increased the speed to a frantic, soul-shattering pace.

"Baby... fuck! Fuck me, Zayn! Fuck Daddy!" I roared, my eyes rolling back into my head as the friction reached a fever pitch.

Zayn’s hands gripped my shoulders with bruising force, his fingers digging into my skin as he drove his hips up and down in a frantic, wet rhythm. Every time he came down, the sound of our skin meeting was like a thunderclap in the quiet room.

"Yes, baby... just like that! Don’t you fucking stop, Zayn! I’m close... I’m so close to the edge!" The words were tumbling out of my mouth in a ragged, breathless stream.

He didn’t slow down; if anything, he found a higher gear. His face was a mask of pure, concentrated lust as he slammed himself down onto me again and again. "Daddy!" he cried out, the word vibrating through my chest.

"Should I cum inside you?" I gasped, my fingers digging into his waist. "Tell me you want it!"

"Daddy, cum inside me!" he begged, his head tossing back.

"It’s going to be hot, baby. It’s going to burn."

"I can take it," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Give it to me hot. Give me all of it!"

I looked up at him, my vision blurring. "Do you love my cock, Baby? Tell me."

"Yes, Daddy... I love it. I need it."

"My cock or me?" I challenged, my hips bucking upward to meet his descent. "Which one do you choose?"

Zayn looked down at me, his eyes dark and possessive, all the previous shame gone, replaced by a fierce, raw claim. "I choose you," he gasped, his voice thick with emotion. "Because your dick is with you... And your dick is mine. I own it, Evric. You’re never giving it to anyone else. It belongs inside me."

A surge of pride and love hit me harder than the physical pleasure. "I don’t need anyone else," I promised, my voice a low growl. "All I want is you, Zayn. Always."

I reached down, grabbing his ass and squeezing the firm muscle, prepping him for the final surge. "Hold me tight," I commanded. "I’m going to go deep now. It’s going to be a little intense and deeper, baby. Kiss me... let me swallow the pain for you."

Zayn surged forward, capturing my lips in a desperate, soul-searching kiss. As our mouths locked, I used all my strength to lift my hips, meeting his downward thrust with a hard, powerful surge of my own.

Zayn let out a muffled groan against my lips, a deep, visceral sound that told me I had hit his very limit. I could feel the impact vibrating through both of our bodies.

"Should I stop?" I murmured against his mouth, my heart hammered against my ribs.

He shook his head frantically, his hair damp with sweat. "No... don’t stop."

I pulled back just an inch, the friction agonizing. "Look at me, Zayn. Look straight into my eyes."

He tried to turn his face away, not out of shame this time, but because the pleasure was so intense it was making him vulnerable. I gripped his chin, forcing him to meet my gaze. "Look at me," I repeated.

As our eyes locked, I delivered the last, most powerful thrust of the night. Zayn let out a final, piercing scream of my name, his voice echoing off the walls.

The dam finally broke. I erupted inside him, emptying myself completely into his heat. My entire body racked with violent, uncontrollable tremors as I hit my limit.

I felt every hot pulse of my release hit his internal walls, my very spirit spilling into him. Zayn clung to me like I was the only thing keeping him on earth, his own release painting our joined chests as he shook in my arms, his breath coming in broken, sobbing gasps of relief.

I stayed buried deep inside him, my heart hammering against his ribs as we both tried to find air. I held him close, my face buried in his neck, waiting for the world to stop spinning.

Finally, the tremors subsided. I pulled back slightly, my eyes fluttering open to find him looking at me with a soft, shattered expression. I leaned in and kissed him tenderly.

"Thank you, baby," I murmured. "Can you feel the difference? Between how it used to be... and this? How it feels when there’s no shame—just us."

Zayn nodded, a small, breathless smile on his lips. "I see it. I feel it. It’s... It’s everything."

"This is how I want you to take me every time," I said, my voice firm but filled with love. "No holding back. No shame. Just pure, honest pleasure. Please, baby. Promise me."

"I promise, Daddy," he whispered, leaning in to seal the vow with a kiss.

I hadn’t even pulled out of him yet when I felt my body stir again. The friction of his internal muscles against mine was too much to ignore, and the heat began to pool in my gut all over again. I reached down, my hand finding his slick, sensitive cock once more, intending to bring him back up to that peak. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

But Zayn caught my wrist. He looked at me, his eyes clearer and more determined than I had ever seen them. "Tonight is for me to learn, Evric," he said, his voice steady despite his heavy breathing. "What is the next lesson?"

I looked at him, genuinely impressed by the boldness in his tone. "Aren’t you tired yet, baby? Your body has been through a lot tonight."

Zayn shook his head, a defiant spark in his gaze. "I’m not tired. I’m never going to be the old Zayn again, the one who always gave up halfway or got too shy to continue. I want everything you have to teach me."

A surge of pride rushed through me. "I love that, baby. That determination is exactly why I’ve never been able to let you go."

I slowly withdrew from him, the sound of the friction loud in the quiet room. I stood up and gestured for him to move back to the center of the bed. "The next lesson," I said, my voice dropping into a dark, instructional rasp, "is how to position your body when I take you from behind. You need to learn how to offer yourself properly."

"Doggy style?" Zayn asked, already moving to his hands and knees.

"Yes. But there’s a right way and a wrong way to do it for me."

I climbed onto the bed behind him, but I didn’t touch him yet. I wanted him to understand the mechanics of submission first.

"First," I commanded, "lower your elbows to the mattress. I want your chest down and your ass aimed at the ceiling."

Zayn obeyed, his heart racing as he shifted his weight.