They say the body has memory.

I didn’t believe that until I started waking up soaked in sweat and c*m, my heart racing, my fingers trembling, my lips parted as if I’d been whispering his name in sleep.

But I never even knew his real name.

I remember his voice though, how it curled around me like smoke, soft and deep, commanding yet kind, dark and dangerous.

He never touched me. Never laid a hand on me. But I came so hard, I cried.

Now, every night, I crave it. That voice. That whisper that made my knees weak. That sin I never thought I’d want.

I thought I was straight. Now, I’m not even sure I’m sane.

And I think I’d ruin myself just to hear it again.

For 25 years, Zayn lived in a world of straight expectations, dating girls, chasing pleasure that always ended in silence and frustration. Sex was a routine, not release. Until one bored night, chasing a thrill, he said yes to something different.

A man in a club offered him more than money, he offered a secret, a night of satisfaction like he’d never known. But when Zayn entered that hotel room, he didn’t expect him, the rich, cold, dangerously alluring heir of a conservative empire, whose father publicly condemns everything he hides in the dark.

What started as a one-night experiment turned into a dangerous addiction. Without a single touch, Zayn was broken open, undone, and made to scream, cry, and beg, only through sound.

Now, even back home, Zayn trembles when he hears his voice in dreams, in memory, in madness. His sheets are always wet. His nights are restless. His body wants more.

And the worst part?

He's starting to want him, too.


18+ WARNING 
This story contains explicit male-male content, intense erotic scenes, and psychological seduction.
If you're not ready for a world where a voice can break you, proceed cautiously.

Read at your discretion.

I didn't waste another second. I leaned in, my breath hot against his sensitive skin. I started at the very tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around the crown, teasing the bead of moisture there.


"Ah... fuck, Evric," he gasped, his hips giving a small, involuntary jerk.


I moved lower, taking the entire length into my mouth. I used a deep, rhythmic suction, my tongue working against the underside of his shaft. Zayn's reaction was immediate; his head thrashed against the pillows, and a loud, melodic moan echoed through the room.


"Yes! Right there! Oh god, you're so good at that... Daddy, keep going!"


I let my hands wander, my fingers tracing the insides of his thighs to keep him open and vulnerable. I moved my mouth away from his cock for a moment, sliding down to the tight, puckered entrance that I had just thoroughly claimed. I began to swirl my tongue around his hole, tasting the lube and the scent of our shared intimacy.


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