[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 149: Shaking Under My Touch

~Evric’s POV~

"Yes... right there, baby," he moaned out, his voice breaking with pleasure.

That was all the invitation I needed. I kissed him deeply, my hands pinning his wrists above his head, while my hips ground harder, slower at first then faster. No penetration, just raw, heated grinding that sent waves of pleasure sparking through .

Zayn arched beneath , his moans spilling free, low and desperate. "Ahh... Evric... fuck..." His voice broke as his cock twitched against mine, his body betraying how much he was enjoying it.

I trailed kisses down his jaw to his neck, sucking at the sensitive spot just below his ear. His body trembled, his moans vibrating against my lips. The friction was unbearable now, the tension stretched thin until I couldn’t hold back.

"Fuck... I’m close," I groaned, grinding harder, the rhythm breaking as my climax rushed forward.

" too," he gasped, clinging tighter, pulling flush against him.

And then it snapped, together. We both reached our climax almost at the sa ti, but mine tore through harder than I could handle. My body started shaking uncontrollably, every muscle trembling while my cock spilled out hot, spurting across both our stomachs.

"Fuck..." I moaned, the word breaking out of as the orgasm dragged under. That was always the truth of , when the sex hit deep, I never just ca. I shook. My release rattled through my body until it felt like I was falling apart in his arms.

I didn’t penetrate Zayn, but the grinding alone pushed to that perfect stage, the kind of sex I craved most, simple, raw, but so damn satisfying. The way our cocks slid together, the way his warmth welcod , it was everything I needed.

Zayn’s eyes stayed locked on , watching every second of my climax, his own release mixing with mine. He didn’t let go. Instead, he wrapped his arms and legs around tighter, pulling flush against him, grounding as I shook through the final waves.

"Ahh... f–fuck..." I moaned out loud, spilling the last drop, my body trembling, tears of pure satisfaction pricking the corners of my eyes. It felt too good, so good I couldn’t hold it back.

With those tears still wet on my face, I kissed him desperately, claiming his lips as if he were the only thing holding together. Only when my body finally cald, chest still heaving and breath uneven, did I pull back enough to look at him.

"Thank you, baby," I whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips, then to his forehead. My body, still weak and panting, lted against him. I rested on his chest, letting his heartbeat soothe , holding onto only the peace he gave .

He replied, "You are welco, baby," and he kissed my hair. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close.

For a mont, there was only silence. Just our breaths, just the warmth of our bodies tangled together. Then, his voice broke it.

"Babe..."

"Yes?" I answered instantly, eting his gaze.

But what I saw made my stomach twist. His face shifted, just monts ago filled with happiness, now shadowed by sothing heavy, sothing sad.

"What’s wrong?" I asked quickly, panic already building.

He hesitated, his lips parting but no words coming at first. Finally, he said quietly, almost broken, "Am I that useless in bed...? This is the first ti I’ve actually seen you satisfied while we were having sex and it happened without you even penetrating ? Why, Evric? Am I really that useless to you?" his voice shaking.

My heart stopped. What?

"Hey, hey, babe, what are you saying?" I asked, panicked, pulling closer.

His voice shook, intense with pain. "You’ve been lying to , Evric. Every ti you said I satisfied you, it was all lies, wasn’t it? You only love , but... my sexual life doesn’t match yours."

"Stop... stop, baby, please." My words rushed out as I cupped his face, but he pushed my hands away. "Don’t say that. Everything about you matches mine. Don’t scare like this, Zayn. Please. It’s just sex, it doesn’t define our relationship. I love you, and that’s what matters."

He shoved gently off his chest and sat up, his back to . "It matters, Evric. There’s a difference between my boyfriend loves , and I’m the only one who can satisfy him in bed... and my boyfriend loves , but I lack the ability to satisfy his need.’"

I grabbed his arm desperately. "Zayn, you seriously did not need to think that way. Don’t twist it, babe. You don’t lack anything, I swear. You are enough for , always."

He clutched so tissues, cleaning himself, then turned and wiped down too, his movents gentle but distant. His eyes never once t mine.

"Babe, listen to ," I said, my chest tensing with guilt. "I love you with everything in . I swear I do."

But then he broke. Tears slipped down his cheeks as he choked out, "This isn’t about love, Evric! Don’t you get it? This is about keeping you. If I can’t satisfy you in bed, soone else will. Do you think you’re the only one afraid of losing ? I’m terrified of losing you too."

My breath caught. His voice was shaking, raw, but every word was the truth he’d been holding back.

I reached for him, desperate. "No, Zayn, today just happened like that." Then he said "You don’t understand, I saw the way you were shaking, the tears of satisfaction, I felt that way too last night, the way your face looked at the end... it was everything. That was satisfaction, baby. That was real."

"Okay, babe. I’m sorry. Zayn, I’m so sorry," I said, my voice trembling.

His voice broke, trembling with hurt. "You know, I’ve been trying to solve you like math all this while. And today... I finally found my answer. The reason you keep getting hard again right after we just had sex, the reason you always want more, it’s not because you need sex. It’s because you’re chasing a satisfaction I couldn’t give you. That’s why you tried different positions... to see which one would finally fill you, isn’t it? You were searching for sothing I didn’t know how to give."

My throat narrowed with sha. "I’m sorry. Zayn, I’m so sorry."

His tears fell faster now. "Why would you lie to ? Why didn’t you just tell the truth? Do you know how much I’ve worried about your needs? How desperately I want to satisfy you? Even when I was exhausted, I gave in whenever you wanted , because I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d finally make you feel complete."

He wiped at his tears, his voice breaking. "I’m new to this, Evric. I don’t know everything. But why wouldn’t you open up to ? Why did you let believe I was enough when deep down you weren’t fulfilled?"

Then he turned away, curling into one side of the bed, his back facing .

"Zayn..." My voice cracked as I reached for him, my chest aching. I stood and crossed to his side, kneeling by the bed. "Please, baby, forgive . Don’t shut out. I’ll tell you everything from now on, I swear."

But his answer cut through .

"I won’t forgive you this ti easily. You’ll have to earn it." He looked at finally, eyes red and swollen, his voice low but steady. "And I’ll punish you for this, for making find out on my own instead of trusting enough to sit down and tell the truth."

Tears blurred my vision as I clutched at him. "Baby, I’m sorry... It’s not ."

Zayn’s head snapped up, his voice sharp and breaking all at once. "What do you an it’s not you? If it’s not you, then who is it? Tell , Evric! Tell !"

I shook my head, sobbing, my chest heaving. "It’s not , it’s the drug, Zayn...

What? Evric... are you still..."

He quickly cut in, shaking his head desperately. "No. No. No. Not anymore, Zayn. I swear. It’s over. I left that behind. Please, believe ."

"Then what?"