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.

The next morning, the first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to check on Zayn. He was still fast asleep, curled up beside me.


I knew he was utterly exhausted after what we did last night, and I was ready to take full responsibility. I moved closer to him and gently cupped his sleeping face in my hand. 


He looked so peaceful, so beautiful, like all the noise of the world had finally left him alone.


 I brushed his hair back from his forehead just enough to see his face better. Looking at him, I smiled and whispered, "I love you, Zayn. And "Thank you for last night… for letting me have all of you. Then I leaned in, kissed his lips softly, and said, "Good morning, my love."


He only responded with a soft "Mmm" from his sleep. I kissed his lips again, and this time he slowly opened his eyes. I deepened the kiss, letting my tongue explore his mouth until he tried to shift his weight and suddenly winced.


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