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 waited for Zayn. It took him almost an hour before he returned with his friends, and when he did, he wasn't the same person I knew. Things like this always cut deep into him. But this time… something was different.


He walked straight to me, sat down, and clung to me without a word. His eyes found mine, and I could see everything he wasn't saying burning quietly in them. I didn't ask what he and his friends had talked about; I only asked if he was okay. He nodded, insisting he was fine, but I knew him too well. He was far from fine.


The way he gripped my hands, the way his body leaned into me, it spoke louder than anything he could say. He was holding on, carrying pain he didn't want to share yet. But I knew he wouldn't distance himself from me this time. And as long as he stayed by my side, I could wait, for him to calm down, for him to breathe again. All I wanted was to be here for him, be his anchor and comfort.


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