[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 335: Shame, Teasing, and Lust

~Zayn’s POV~

Evric chuckled softly, kissing the top of my head. "No, baby. They’ll probably think you’re a virgin who has never been touched, and that’s why you’re so excited."

I playfully pounded his chest. "Don’t tease me, babe."

His hand moved down, slipping inside the band of my trousers, his voice instantly huskier. "I want you naughty. I really don’t mind if you are very naughty, spoiled, and wild." His fingers found me and held my cock, stroking it gently. "I didn’t just want you to be teasing me, babe. I really want you to be very naughty."

His voice deepened, dropping into a low, intimate murmur. "I love it... I love it when you tease me. But I also love it when you follow through, when you turn that teasing into reality. Can you just free yourself completely and lose control for me?"

Evric’s lips met mine in a slow, intoxicating kiss, his eyes closing as he pressed closer. His mouth trailed down to my neck and ear, his hands stroking me with increasing intensity. Between kisses, he whispered all the things he loved doing.

"I like doing naughty things, Zayn," he said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Especially quickies... the kind where someone might catch us." He leaned closer, his voice dropping lower. "Like fucking you right now and hearing you moan so loud even your mother could hear."

My heart hammered. All I could manage to say was a breathy, "babe..."

"Just the way you teased me in front of my parents just now, Zayn... that really got me in the mood," he murmured, eyes closed as he kissed my collarbone. "I love fucking you on the balcony."

I hesitated, then called him. "Evric..."

He answered immediately, his voice calm but commanding. "Yes, baby... but listen to me first."

"Some quickies... in the restroom outside," he continued.

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out.

"Or... giving me a blowjob while my driver is driving us at night. Or when I’m driving, and you give me... a blowjob."

I thought to myself, Is he trying to get both of us killed? But I stayed silent.

Evric just chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "I love crazy things, Zayn."

"Sometimes we just fuck on the floor, in the closet, not every time we fuck on the bed. We could try doggy style against the wall in your restaurant, baby, while you bite my shoulder to keep quiet. I won’t judge you if you are too wild, I will only love you more..."

I froze, my thoughts spinning. What is he even suggesting? My restaurant... with my staff around? Hell no. I couldn’t even bring myself to respond.

He pulled back slightly, opening his eyes, which were now dark with desire. "Please, baby, can you just be naughty for me? I miss doing all this. It’s not wrong if I have sex with you here. It’s not bad if your mother hears us; at least she knows we’re doing it at our home. What you said in front of my parents, you shouldn’t be ashamed, babe, I love it. Call me weird, but I love crazy things. These are the things I love."

He looked at me with raw intensity. "I want to fuck you now."

I looked back at him, still stunned by his confessions, and managed a strained, "Babe... please, not here. My mom’s the only one at home, she’ll hear us."

Evric pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. "Let’s go to the bathroom," he murmured. "She won’t be able to hear us there."

"Babe, I get it," I said, resting my hand on his chest. "But the house is too quiet. Whatever we do, Mom will notice. How do you want her to look at me afterward? We’re leaving tomorrow. Please, let’s stay calm, we’ll do it at home."

"But I want you now," he groaned, his desire palpable.

"I’m sorry, I really want to do it too," I whispered, holding his face, "but the house is too silent."

Evric tried to stroke me harder, begging me with his eyes, but I gently stopped his hand. "We are going to do it tomorrow, please, Babe. All night."

He let out a defeated sigh, then softened. "Okay, baby." He slowly took his hand away from my cock, kissing me chastely on the forehead instead. "Tomorrow."

"Thanks for understanding, babe," I murmured, leaning in to press a grateful kiss to his lips.

Evric propped himself up on one elbow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Wait... are you saying you’ve never had sex in the same house as your mom before?"

I smiled, a little proud of the memory. "I have, but that was with a woman." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Evric’s eyes widened with genuine interest. "Really? Tell me about it."

I leaned in, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "My mom came to visit once, and one of the girls I was seeing that night... well, we had sex, and I definitely wasn’t gentle. The way she screamed... I knew Mom could hear everything from the next room."

"No way, for real?" Evric asked, a mix of disbelief and amusement on his face.

"Yes, for real," I confirmed, nodding.

Evric tilted his head, studying me. "So, you’re saying you’re a badass when it comes to that one?"

I didn’t answer directly, just smiled, savoring the memory and the ego boost it brought. "Honestly, I was proud. Hearing a woman moan like that... it makes you feel like a real man."

"Really?" Evric asked, the playful amusement still there, but his expression had become sharper, more analytical.

"Yes, for real. When you come outside, anyone around could easily praise you when they hear how you made a woman moan loudly."

Evric smiled, though it didn’t fully reach his eyes. "And when you came out of the room, you felt proud, not ashamed or shy, right?"

"Exactly," I confirmed, nodding emphatically.

"So you preferred doing it with a woman so you could be proud?"

"Not really," I quickly countered, sensing the shift in the conversation.

Evric leaned in, his voice low and serious, cutting straight to the heart of my earlier hesitation. "But having sex with a man... and coming out in people afterward, that’s supposed to be shameful, something to be shy about, not proud, right?"

The reality of what I had said hit me like a physical blow. The easy banter had vanished, and I suddenly realized how much I had just spoken, and how much I had revealed about the core insecurity that had fueled my actions.

I quickly looked at Evric. His playful expression had completely dissolved, replaced by a cold, deeply hurt solemnity.

"No, it’s not shameful," I rushed to deny, grabbing his hand. "No! I’m only shy about people around knowing. That’s all."

Evric looked at me, his eyes dark. He simply nodded. "I understand, Zayn."

"Babe, don’t overthink it, I’m only..." I stammered, desperate to fix the damage.

"I know," he interrupted softly. "I understand." But he didn’t look like he did. The look on his face was scary; it was a look of confirmation, not confusion.

Then, Evric pulled me close. He kissed the top of my hair gently.

"Baby," he said, shifting the pillows behind him for support, "we should stay at my place, the one where I asked you to be my boyfriend, and spend at least two weeks there."

I looked up at him, shocked. "Two weeks?"

He nodded firmly. "Yes, two weeks."

"Chrisly is handling it, and Karl and James almost do most of it," he explained. "I just want to spend time with my baby alone."

I looked at him...