[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 188: Stripped by His Hands

~Zayn’s POV~

"Okay, babe," I agreed, finally allowing myself to relax fully into his embrace. The war was over. I had won.

I settled fully onto his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat until my eyelids felt heavy. "Babe, I’m already feeling sleepy," I murmured against his neck.

He looked down, tracing the line of my jaw with his thumb. "There’s still ti, babe. Why do you want to sleep so early?"

"I just needed to rest," I insisted, already halfway to unconsciousness.

He smiled, a playful, glint in his eyes. "Or," he whispered, "are you pregnant?"

I chuckled, tapping his chest lightly. "Stop it, babe, that’s not funny. I’m a man."

"Yes, I know," he conceded, leaning in. "But in certain worlds, you could be an Oga, and I could be your Alpha."

"What nonsense are you talking about, Evric? What does that even an?"

He explained, with mock seriousness, "You know, in the Ogaverse, n do get pregnant and have babies."

I frowned, lifting my head. "Oga what? Is that a city or a country?"

Evric’s smile stretched wider as he teased, "It’s a village."

"What is the na of the village? Tell ! I don’t believe you, Evric."

"I just told you. Ogaverse is the village na."

"Help reach for my phone," I requested. Evric stretched his arm across the sofa and grabbed my phone from the side table, handing it over. I quickly typed "Ogaverse village" into the search bar.

I looked back at him as the search results loaded, realizing the nature of his ga.

"Babe," I said, a slow smile spreading across my face.

"Yes?" he replied, giggling openly now.

"Are you teasing right now?"

" teasing you? Never," he said, affecting an innocent expression. "I would never do that."

"You’re lying," I accused, though I couldn’t stop the romantic warmth I felt.

"What did you see?" he asked.

I held up the screen. "The Ogaverse is a fictional genre. It’s not real, and there is certainly no village with that na."

Evric burst into laughter, throwing his head back against the cushions.

"Babe, this isn’t funny," I complained, trying to sound offended, but already starting to sulk playfully. "I almost believed there was a place like that."

He contained his laughter, quickly getting serious as he saw my pouting expression. "Oh, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t an to tease you." He kissed my forehead. "You just looked so cute when you were curious! I liked seeing that innocent look on your face." He paused, a genuine question breaking through. "But seriously, babe, you’ve never heard of Ogaverse before?"

"Enough, Evric," I warned, pretending to be cross.

"Alright, alright," he surrendered.

Then, unable to resist, I asked, ’So, if that were real... who actually gets pregnant, the Alpha or the Oga?’"

"The Oga," Evric answered imdiately.

"So, let’s say I’m the Oga, and I can get pregnant and carry children," I mused, looking directly at him. "Would you love to make babies with ?"

Evric’s gaze softened, all traces of teasing gone. "Honestly, babe, that would be your decision to make," he said, sincerity coloring every word. "If you wanted it, we would do it together. But if you didn’t want it, then so be it."

I smiled, feeling a deep, abiding comfort in his reply. "Enough of that, I’m tired of talking. Let rest now."

"Okay," Evric whispered. He settled back onto his chest, wrapping his arms around and beginning to stroke my back, a simple, soothing gesture that settled the tumultuous events of the day.

Just as I was about to drift off into the warmth of sleep, I felt sothing hard pressing into right beneath my butt. I mumbled, "Babe?"

"Yes?" His voice was already different a low, slightly strained sound.

I didn’t lift my head from his chest. "What is this I’m feeling touching ?"

He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "Don’t worry about it. He’s just reacting because you were sitting on top of . It will go down."

I nudged him with my head. "Babe."

"Yes, love?"

I asked directly, "Do you need ?"

He went silent for a beat too long before saying. "Babe, don’t worry about . I will be fine," he insisted, though his voice was rough. "It’s just reacting because you are on ."

"But it’s getting harder," I observed, the sensation undeniable.

He opened his mouth to reply, but I lifted my head and looked at him. Evric’s face had transford; the gentle, playful expression was gone, replaced by an intense heat in his eyes, a look I knew ant only one thing. It was the gaze of pure, urgent need.

"Rest, baby," he murmured, his breath catching. "Why are you looking at like that?"

I said nothing. Instead, I silenced him with a kiss—a kiss that was slow and deliberate. I murmured against his lips, breaking the kiss just enough to make the terms clear. "No penetration. But have your way on ."

He pulled back, his eyes widening in question, searching my face for doubt. I confird it with a steady nod. It’s okay.

A wave of relief and intense gratitude washed over his features. "Thank you, baby," he whispered.

With that, he deepened the kiss, his hands moving instantly to the hem of the t-shirt I was wearing, gently pulling it up and over my head. The ga had changed.

His mouth broke away from mine, traveling down my chest with an urgent focus. His tongue traced a wet, scorching path straight to my nipple. He latched onto the peak, sucking hard, his sharp teeth gently scraping the sensitive skin. A thick, guttural "Ah-h-h, baby!" tore from my throat. He alternated between wet, insistent suction and a rougher tugging, eliciting a series of ragged gasps. "F-fuck, Evric! Yes!"

His other hand mirrored the action on my other side, kneading the muscle around my chest as his mouth moved back and forth. "God, you’re so good," I moaned, arching my back, pushing myself into his seeking mouth.

Evric didn’t rush. He lingered, soaking my skin with his tongue and breath. Then, he moved to my neck, biting lightly, then soothing the marks with his tongue, moving up to suck my earlobe until a ragged "Hnnnng!" escaped .

"You’re beautiful, so beautiful," he rasped, his eyes dark with desire.

Gently, he lifted from his lap, settling on the cushion beside him. He stood, his gaze locked on mine. "Take off your pants," he commanded, his voice low and firm. When my fingers hesitated on the drawstring, Evric stepped closer and did it himself, his movents deliberate, slow enough to make my breath hitch. He slid the joggers down my hips, then straightened, stripping off his own remaining clothes in one fluid motion.

He pulled back onto his lap, cock-to-cock. The hard proof of his need pressed against my inner thigh. I settled back against his chest, the heat of his naked body against mine instantly raising the temperature in the room.

Evric reached down, taking both our cock in his grip—mine, slick with need, and his, massive and throbbing. He began to stroke us together, matching his rhythm to the heat building rapidly between my legs. "Ah! Faster, daddy! Oh. I cried out, my voice thick with lust. God, that feels so good!"

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