[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 240: A Lesson in Distance

~Zayn’s POV~

He opened his eyes and looked at , a silent, pleading question: Can I kiss you properly now?

Before he could ask, I closed the distance and kissed him first.

The kiss was everything a month of denial had built up— deep, urgent, and ssy. Evric groaned against my mouth, instantly taking charge. He broke the kiss, grabbed my hand, and walked us backward until my knees hit the side of the bed. He gently lay down, hovering over .

He stared down at my chest, deliberately avoiding my face. His voice was a barely audible whisper, thick with sha and desire.

"Can I... can I take off your ?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly, terrified of crossing another line. He was asking permission to undress without having to look in the eye.

I decided to play with him a little, testing his boundaries. "What did you say?" I asked, my voice low and teasing.

Evric flinched as if I’d struck him. He quickly pulled back. "Never mind," he stamred, panic flooding his eyes. He thought he had asked for too much, and I was about to walk away again.

"No," I insisted, my gaze holding his. "Repeat yourself, Evric. What did you— just say?"

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to try again, his eyes still fixed sowhere near my collarbone. "Can I... or would you rather take it off yourself? I an... can I undress you?"

I was silent, watching him struggle. I didn’t give him an imdiate answer.

Evric took my silence as the final denial. He started to pull away, the defeat imdiate. "If you don’t want to, I will—"

I cut him off, my voice rough. "Take it off yourself," I said.

Evric needed no further urging. The permission was a visible rush of relief. He imdiately went to work, his movents desperate but careful. He didn’t look at my face the entire ti, focusing intently on the task, as if undressing were a complex surgery. My clothes were peeled away swiftly and efficiently.

When I was naked beneath him, Evric broke away, quickly shedding his own pajamas. He was shaking, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his entire focus solely on the physical contact he craved.

The mont he was bare, he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself over . His urgency was purely functional. He positioned himself between my legs, and without hesitation, wrapped one hand around his straining cock.

Then, driven by a raw, selfless need to share the mont, he reached down and took my cock in his other hand.

He started stroking both of us, his movents frantic and powerful. He didn’t et my eyes, but leaned down, closing his own, and pressed a kiss to my lips.

Evric was in an undeniable rush; this was the fastest I had seen him try to finish since we first t. He was desperate to use up his allotted ti and free from his presence. He worked us both to the very edge, focusing all his energy on the rhythm of his hand and hips.

The release was sudden and overwhelming for both of us. We ca at the sa mont, a high, broken moan tearing from his throat. He imdiately collapsed onto my chest, spent and shaking, his weight heavy.

After a few minutes, he quickly pushed himself up. He didn’t linger for the afterglow.

"Thank you, babe," he said, already sliding off the bed to gather his pajamas. He avoided my gaze. "You can leave after you’re dressed."

I lay there, watching him move. I knew Evric was rushing so he wouldn’t keep for too long, but the lack of care stung. In the past, even after a quick release, there had always been cuddles, a gentle hand on my thigh, or soft kisses. I still wanted that tenderness, even though he hadn’t gone inside .

However, I was the one who had asked for the distance, so I couldn’t ask for comfort now. I stood up, cleaned myself, and dressed in silence. Evric didn’t say another word, he just sat on the edge of the bed, staring down. I didn’t speak either. He only whispered, "I love you, Zayn," as I reached the door, words I didn’t reply to.

I left the house, the silence following .

For the next three days, Evric did not call or text . The second day passed, and then the third, and still nothing.

Even though the distance was my idea, a strange, perverse feeling of being used crept in. After the vulnerability we had shared, the raw, physical surrender, I felt a sting that he didn’t check on , didn’t send a simple emoji, nothing.

But I couldn’t bla him. Evric was only trying to respect my wish for distance and space. He had been taught a painful lesson in compliance, and now he was following my rules perfectly.

Yet, sohow, the perfect obedience made feel worse than his begging had. It felt like I had traded our entire emotional connection for a simple release and a quiet departure. I had wanted distance, but I hadn’t wanted this absolute, devastating silence.

Why am I feeling this way? I asked myself, pacing my apartnt, but I got no answer. The silence was the worst consequence of all.

I finally reached out to my friends, letting them know I was back at ho. I was lonely, and the quiet was starting to close in. I had been expecting Nicki to reach out, to make his next move now that Evric and I were fractured, but he hadn’t yet.

One of my closest friends from back ho, Kairos—though I just call him Kai—had texted a few days ago, saying he had so work in my city and asked if he could crash at my place for a few weeks. I agreed right away. I needed the company, regardless of my complicated emotional state.

I drove to the airport to pick up Kai. After getting him settled in, I served him dinner. We were sitting at the dining table, catching up on life, when my phone buzzed. I glanced at it, expecting it to be Dean, who had said he might stop by later.

But it wasn’t. It was from Evric.

A genuine, bright smile reached my face. I knew he wouldn’t go silent for too long. He was too dependent on attention for that.

I opened the ssage. It wasn’t a text; it was a picture. Evric’s face filled the screen, expertly styled and perfectly lit. He looked utterly rejuvenated, his skin was smooth, his eyes clear and bright, and his hair had clearly been freshly styled. He looked handso, healthy, and infuriatingly attractive.

Underneath the picture was a caption:

Ever since you left, I’ve been eating so well, sleeping so well, and taking good care of myself. I even got my hair done and styled.

So, babe, how do I look now? Do I still look ugly?

I stared at the picture and the caption, and a burst of laughter escaped .

"Is everything okay?" Kai asked, looking up from his plate.

"Yes," I answered, shaking my head and focusing back on the image. Evric could grow up and run a global empire, but his childish, competitive part would never leave him. What is this? I thought.

Ignoring my food, I started to type my reply.