Chapter 148: Where Desire Finds Voice

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Chapter 148 of "[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice" opens revealing intense scenes: Chapter 148: Chapter 148: Where Desire Finds Voice ~Evric’s POV~ He nodded, his eyes sparkling with trust.... Keep reading!

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: Where Desire Finds Voice ~Evric’s POV~ He nodded, his eyes sparkling with trust. "Okay, baby." And then I started moving again... Slow, gentle strokes carried us deeper into each other, every touch filled with tenderness, every movement alive with the love we had been starving for. The sex we shared wasn’t just physical, it was perfect, raw, and whole. When we both finally reached our release, our bodies heat together, I kept my promise. I stopped, even though every part of me still ached to have more of him. Because I knew Zayn allowed this not just out of love, but because he truly missed me. Usually, when he has something heavy on his mind, sex is the last thing he would want. But tonight was different. Tonight, he wanted it. He wanted me. He was learning to balance his world, family, friendship, and love, without letting one take away from the other. His eyes grew heavy, his lashes brushing against his cheeks as he started to drift. I leaned down and whispered, "Babe, stand up, let’s take a quick shower before you sleep." He groaned softly, his voice tired, "I’m too tired." I stroked his cheek gently. "I know, but you can’t sleep without showering. Come on, big baby, let’s go." He gave me a sleepy look, raising his hand toward me like a child seeking help. Smiling, I pulled him up and guided him into the bathroom. Zayn didn’t lift a finger; he simply stood there, surrendering himself completely as I bathed him. My hands moved slowly over his skin, careful, tender, like he was something fragile and endearing. He leaned into my touch, too tired to speak, but the softness in his eyes said more than words ever could. When we finished and dried off, he reached for his pajamas. Before he could slip them on, I stepped closer, kissed his shoulder, and murmured against his skin, "Zayn, sleep bare. I want to feel your warm body on me." He thought twice for just a second, then silently obeyed, dropping the pajamas and sliding under the duvet. I joined him, bare as well, and immediately pulled him into my arms. His head rested on my chest, his breathing already slowing, his body melting against mine. I kissed his hair, holding him tight as though I could protect him from the whole world. Just before sleep claimed him, he whispered softly, "Evric, thank you for making my day special." I smiled, pressing another kiss to his hair. "You’re welcome, baby. Always." Then he said, his voice low and heavy with sleep, "Will you think I’m thoughtless if I don’t ask about your trip tonight or about when you got here?" Zayn murmured, his voice low, heavy with fatigue. I stroked his hair gently. "It’s okay, baby. We can talk in the morning." His lips curved faintly. "Okay... thanks for your understanding." He lifted his head just long enough to press a soft kiss to my lips before settling back against my chest. Within minutes, his breathing deepened, his body completely relaxed in my arms. I smiled to myself, holding him tighter. I hope everything that makes your mind heavy gets lighter soon. With that thought, I closed my eyes, clinging to him until sleep pulled me under. The next morning, I woke first. Blinking slowly, the very first sight I saw was Zayn, my sleeping beauty. His features were relaxed, his lips slightly opened, his soft pink mouth tempting me. I couldn’t resist. I leaned down and kissed him, at first gently, then with more hunger. I sucked on his lips until he stirred and, half-asleep, kissed me back. My body reacted instantly. My cock, already hard and throbbing with morning heat, pressed against him as I shifted closer. I ground myself lightly against his hip, letting him feel the thickness of me. Zayn didn’t move, didn’t push me away, but didn’t respond either. I smirked. He’s awake. He always feels me the second I’m up. To tease him, I took his hand and placed it directly over my hardness. He kept his palm there but didn’t move, pretending stillness, pretending sleep. A grin tugged at my lips. So that’s how he wants to play it. That’s when I leaned closer and playfully tickled his waist. He broke instantly, bursting into laughter and wriggling away. His eyes snapped open, shining with amusement. "Good morning, baby," he said, trying to act innocent, like he hadn’t been fully aware of me the whole time. "Good morning, love," I replied, chuckling as I kissed his forehead. "Thanks for yesterday, Daddy," he said softly, sincerity in his voice. "You’re welcome, baby," I answered, squeezing his hand. He already knew how hard I was, my erection pressed shamelessly against him but he deliberately ignored it. His eyes skipped over that part of me every time they met mine. Suddenly, he stretched, voice groggy but playful. "Oh... this morning I remembered. I need to be quick and go meet Dean. We need to talk." I studied him, amused. His eyes still refused to glance at my cock, and his movements carried the air of someone deliberately escaping. He swung his legs off the bed. He stood, searching lazily for clothes, his hair messy, his body still glowing from last night I leaned back against the pillow, smirking. "Babe..." I drawled, my voice low and teasing. "Are you trying to ignore my need?" He reacted as if he didn’t hear me. That only made me rise from the bed, letting him see just how hard I was. I stepped closer, pressing the thick weight of my cock against his back, teasing him with every slow nudge. My fingers twinkled against his waist, and he broke into laughter, squirming away, trying to resist but failing to hide his smile. "Evric—stop," he laughed out breathlessly, clutching the shirt he was about to wear. I only kept playing, tickling and pressing until the fabric slipped from his hands. With another playful shove, he fell back onto the bed, still smiling, and I crawled over him, pinning him down beneath me. Before he could make another move. My body pressed firmly against his, my erection sliding against his bare skin. His breath hitched, but instead of pushing me away, he wrapped his legs around my waist, holding me closer. "Just say no," I murmured against his lips, kissing him between words. "Why are you trying to run from me?" I pressed my nose into the curve of his neck, inhaling him deeply, teasing him with soft nips and warm breaths. "I sniff his neck playfully," I whispered, and he laughed harder, trying to squirm away but never truly moving. Finally, between laughter and shivers, he looked at me with that sly, tender gaze. "I’m not running," he murmured, voice low and teasing. "I just wanted to see how you’d react." My grin widened. He was bare, his cock already brushing against mine. I ground against him slowly, deliberately, catching the sharp intake of his breath. I pinned his wrists above his head, my body pressing him into the mattress, and trailed kisses down his neck. My lips found the curve of his ear, sucking gently, and that was enough, his moan slipped out, deep and unguarded. Uhh... Evric... His laugh melted into a groan as I rocked my hips slowly, grinding my hard cock against his. Our shafts slid against one another, hot and slick from our arousal, the friction building with every push. "Yes... right there, baby," he moaned out, his voice breaking with pleasure.

Chapter 148: Where Desire Finds Voice

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