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.

"Yes… right there, baby," he moaned out, his voice breaking with pleasure.


That was all the invitation I needed. I kissed him deeply, my hands pinning his wrists above his head, while my hips ground harder, slower at first then faster. No penetration, just raw, heated grinding that sent waves of pleasure sparking through me.


Zayn arched beneath me, his moans spilling free, low and desperate. "Ahh… Evric… fuck…" His voice broke as his cock twitched against mine, his body betraying how much he was enjoying it.


I trailed kisses down his jaw to his neck, sucking at the sensitive spot just below his ear. His body trembled, his moans vibrating against my lips. The friction was unbearable now, the tension stretched thin until I couldn't hold back.


"Fuck… I'm close," I groaned, grinding harder, the rhythm breaking as my climax rushed forward.


"Me too," he gasped, clinging tighter, pulling me flush against him.


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