[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 105: Begging for More

"When did you find out you’re into n?" I asked, my voice quieter than I expected.

The question hung in the air, and for a mont Evric didn’t answer. His chest rose and fell slowly, his laughter fading into sothing more serious.

"You know..." he began, his voice lower, hesitant. "I found out early. I was in high school then. There was this boy, he attracted so much I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Every day, I’d sneak glances at him, just to see him smile. Eventually, we started talking on the phone."

I felt my brows lift slightly, curiosity pulling closer to his words.

"I hadn’t even told him I liked him," Evric continued, a small, bitter smile tugging at his lips. "We were just talking on the phone, nothing more. But I could see it in the way he spoke to , he liked too. He was just waiting for to shoot my shot."

His pause weighed heavy between us, and I leaned forward slightly, almost holding my breath.

"But then... it was around the ti Chrisly and I weren’t really close. And he..." Evric’s jaw clenched, "he went to tell my father. He told him I was gay."

My stomach tightened. I straightened in my seat, lips parting slightly, already feeling the sting of betrayal for him. "What happened then?"

"My father called to his room," he asked quietly. "And good thing I managed to deny it. I denied everything because back then... I feared him so much."

His voice dropped before he even realized it. "And do you know why?"

I shook my head faintly, urging him to go on. "Why?"

He looked back at , his eyes carrying a mixture of pride and bitterness. "Because my father... he loved differently from my siblings. More, in a way. I was his favorite."

That truth hit hard, though it didn’t surprise . "That’s obvious," I said softly, steady. "You don’t even need to tell anyone that, it shows."

A faint smile flickered across his lips, but it vanished quickly. "That was then. He doesn’t love anymore. Probably because he found out... I’m gay."

The ache in his voice twisted sothing inside . I t his gaze, firm. "He’s still your father. And deep down, you’re aware that’s not true. He still loves you. Maybe not in the way you wanted, but it’s there."

He swallowed hard, looking down at his food. My chest tensed with him.

Then I asked the question that had been burning inside . "Have you ever tried... with a woman before?"

He looked back up, holding my eyes as he answered without hesitation. "Sincerely, babe, I’ve tried. Twice. Two different tis. But I couldn’t get aroused. Not even a little. So I stopped trying. It wasn’t ." His gaze stayed steady on mine, unashad. "I’m not into won. I love n. And I’m not ashad of it."

I wanted to say sothing, but the words stuck. Instead, silence wrapped around , heavy and unspoken.

Then his lips curved faintly. "You know... recently, I t the guy who reminded just how deeply I was into n. He was at my cousin’s wedding."

That caught off guard. I blinked, leaning back a little. "Really?"

"Yes," he said with a nod. "He was for real. The kind of man that pulls your attention the mont he walks in. But I couldn’t talk to him for long."

A strange unease crawled in my chest. "Ohh..." I murmured.

"Good thing, though," he added. "He gave Chrisly his business card."

I froze, my fork suspended in the air. "He did?"

"Yes." His nod was firm, matter-of-fact.

The knot in my stomach tightened as I rembered that card. Slowly, I asked, "That sa card... the one I saw on the table last ti, you’re talking about that one?"

"Yes," he replied firmly. "That’s the one."

I swallowed, pushing back the twist of doubt forming in my chest. "Okay," I said lightly, though the word ca out more clipped than I intended. They were both businessn of course exchanging cards was normal. There was no reason to let my mind wander down jealous paths.

Shaking the thought off, I picked up my fork again, forcing myself to focus on the food in front of instead of the storm of questions in my head.

We finished our al not long after, and the room grew quieter. Evric stretched out on the couch, lying flat on his stomach like he was trying to lt into the cushions.

I glanced at him, a small smile tugging at my lips. He always had this way of looking boyish when he relaxed, and I found myself watching him while I absentmindedly scrolled through my phone.

"Baby," his voice ca suddenly, low but tender.

I lifted my eyes from my phone. "Hm?"

"Co here..." he said, his tone carrying a soft plea.

Without hesitation, I set my phone down on the table and stood. My steps were slow but sure as I walked over to him.

"Lie on ," he murmured.

I gave a small laugh and shook my head. "Babe, just rest..."

He cut off before I could finish, his voice dipping into that vulnerable, almost childlike tone. "Please, love."

The way he said it lted instantly. I sighed, my resistance crumbling, and carefully climbed onto the couch, lying on top of him. My chest pressed against his as I settled there, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath my ear.

His hand slid gently up my back, and then I heard him whisper, "Kiss , baby."

I lifted my head, t his eyes for a brief second, then leaned down and pressed my lips to his. It started soft, a lingering brush, but the taste of him pulled deeper. Before I knew it, his mouth was moving hungrily against mine.

And that was when I felt his dick, hardness pressing against through the thin barrier of our clothes. My breath hitched. His body shifted under mine, and the insistent pressure of his erection grew undeniable.

I froze for a mont, then quickly pulled back, my lips parting from his. "Babe, it’s enough," I said firmly, though my own pulse betrayed with how fast it was racing.

He looked up at , his eyes glazed with desire, his voice raw. "You won’t leave like this, right? You can feel I’m hard already..."

I swallowed, caught between wanting to be strong and the heat sparking between us. My gaze t his, and before I could form an answer, he added softly, almost pleading, almost playful... "Babe, I won’t penetrate you. But... can you please do frotting with ?"

I blinked, confusion flickering across my face. "Frotting? What’s that?"

Evric chuckled softly, though his voice was still husky with need. "It’s simple, love... just us rubbing against each other. No penetration, no pain... just feeling each other." His hand slid gently along my waist, his eyes holding mine with that pleading, desperate softness he only showed .

I hesitated, chewing on my bottom lip. Didn’t we just have intense sex upstairs? Part of wanted to pull away, to ask why he was already pushing for more. But another part of , the part already burning from the heat of his body under mine, was curious. And I couldn’t ignore how much I loved seeing him like this, vulnerable and open, trusting .

"Babe..." he whispered, voice breaking, "please. I just want to feel you."

My chest tightened. God, how am I supposed to say no when he looks at like that?

I exhaled shakily, then nodded once. "Okay."