[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 23: Heat Between the Lines

We both laughed, the sound light and familiar, and I asked with a smirk, "Is Nicki also back in the city?"

"Yeah," Nantam replied casually. "They ca back together."

I raised an eyebrow. "And you’re both staying at the sa hotel?"

Nantam chuckled. "Nope. You know Nicki, he’s got a hundred friends in this city. One of them picked him up straight from the airport."

I let out a low chuckle. "See how smooth that was? That’s exactly what you could’ve done with . Told ahead, let co pick you up."

He smiled at . "It’s called surprising you, duh. If I told you, it wouldn’t have been one."

Before I could respond, a ssage popped in from Evric.

Just got ho. Heading to work later.

I smiled faintly and gave a simple reply:

Alright, take care.

I slipped my phone down quietly and looked at Nantam. "Order anything you want to eat," I said, gesturing toward the nu on the coffee table.

He didn’t hesitate, rattling off a list of his favorite als, things I rembered he used to love. I just sat there, watching him eat, listening to him talk about his trip, and realizing how good it felt to have him back in the city. To have him here again.

Later that evening, we went to the hotel where he was staying, packed up his things, and moved them to my place.

I settled him in the guest room. Just before bed, we shared a drink in the living room, like old tis. That soft kind of silence between friends who don’t need to fill every second with words.

Eventually, he stood up and stretched. "I’ll be right back," he said, heading to the bathroom.

A few seconds later, my phone lit up.

Evric.

I picked up.

His voice ca through low, slow, deep, and just the right amount of dangerous. That tone... I knew it. Whenever he called and didn’t sound casual, it ant only one thing.

He needed to claim .

"I just got ho," I said, keeping my voice even. "I want to settle in, then shower. I’ll call you after."

"No," he said almost imdiately, "call before you shower. Or better still... when you’re in the bathroom."

I paused. My breath hitched for a second.

"...Okay."

Just then, I saw Nantam walking back into the living room.

Panic surged. I didn’t want Evric to hear him. I hadn’t ntioned to him that Nantam was staying over. We weren’t even officially a thing, so I didn’t owe him that truth. But still... I kept it to myself. And I wasn’t sure why.

"I’ll call you back soon," I said quickly, cutting the call before Nantam could speak.

We ended up drinking more, and sowhere between the last sip and the silence, Nantam fell asleep on the couch.

I slipped into my bedroom quietly, heart still lightly pounding. I undressed, moving with a kind of nervous energy I couldn’t explain, and stepped into the bathroom. The cool tiles kissed my skin, grounding a little.

Then I rembered.

I promised him.

I grabbed my phone and hit video call.

He answered imdiately, as if he’d been waiting.

"I’m about to shower," I said softly, brushing damp hair behind my ear. "You told to call you."

He stared at through the screen, eyes narrowing slightly. "Your face is flushed. Did you drink?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"With who?" he asked instantly, voice calm, but there was sothing hidden in the way he asked, sothing careful.

Before he could push further, I cut in, not wanting to lie, but also not wanting to open that conversation yet. "Evric... I’m tired. If this is going to be an interrogation, I’ll hang up, I just want to shower and sleep, okay? Just tell why you asked to call."

I already knew why. I could feel it in his tone, in the energy between us, but still... I wanted to hear him say it.

His gaze held mine for a mont, then he said, "Put your phone down. Place it sowhere I can see all of you."

I hesitated. My hand froze slightly, but after a mont of silence, I gave in and did as he asked.

I placed the phone carefully so the cara could see clearly.

Even if I wasn’t sure what this was, what we were, part of still wanted him to want this way. And part of liked it.

Evric looked at for a long mont. His eyes trailed over my body, and then he said, voice low and steady, "You have a damn beautiful body, Zayn."

I should have blushed at the complint. But I didn’t.

He had seen like this too many tis now. My skin wasn’t new to him. My curves, my tension, my need, it was all familiar. So why the praise?

"You can shower and go to sleep," he added casually.

I narrowed my eyes, unimpressed. "Is that all you called to say?"

A small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "What else do you expect?"

I turned my face to the side, pretending like I didn’t care. But he saw through . He always did. I’m not expecting anything.

"You say you’re not expecting anything," he said, his voice dropping deeper, darker, "but your cock is saying sothing else, Zayn."

I snapped, my voice sharp but not angry, challenging. "I’m a man, Evric. What do you expect?"

He didn’t miss a beat.

"Tell what you need to do right now."

I leaned closer to the screen, feeling the heat rise through . My voice dropped as I asked, "What would you do if I were standing naked in front of you right now?"

His energy shifted imdiately. The tension between us sparked to life.

His voice ca out rough, raw, hungry. "I would suck the whole of you, Zayn. Slowly. Until you begged to stop, or begged not to."

My breath caught. That was all I needed to hear.

"Undress," I said.

He didn’t hesitate.

He slipped his shirt over his head, revealing that taut, perfect body that made my throat dry. His hands moved with purpose, stripping down piece by piece. And the whole ti, his eyes stayed on mine, dark with desire and dominance.

Then ca the command, that deep, commanding voice that did dangerous things to .

"Touch yourself. But only when I say so."

My pulse pounded. I obeyed.

We moved together, over video, yet sohow closer than ever. My hand stroked in ti with his voice. His lips parted with every moan, every word of encouragent.

"Harder, Zayn. Let see how much you want it. Show where it aches."

His voice beca my rhythm. My breath hitched every ti he whispered my na, low and dirty and perfect.

It wasn’t just physical, it was us. That unspoken obsession. The tension. The addiction.

I was close. I could hear it in his breathing.

He was too.

Our groans mingled. Our bodies tightened. And just as we both reached the edge.

We were both still gasping for air, our bodies slick with sweat and pleasure, breathless from the intense climax we had just shared across the screen. The sound of our heavy breathing echoed between us, tangled with soft moans and the lingering electricity that refused to fade.

I leaned my head back, eyes half-closed, chest rising and falling as I tried to collect myself.

Evric was the sa, his lips parted, eyes dark and glazed, one hand still resting low on his body, the other clutching the edge of the desk.

And then...

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Zayn!"

My heart slamd in my chest.

It was Nantam. His voice was loud and clear through my door.

Evric’s eyes widened. He heard it.