When Enzo pulled him off, he dropped his head back to his thigh, sucking in panting breaths, head swimming and stomach swooping dangerously. Enzo pushed three fingers into his sloppy mouth. “You have no idea how badly I want to come right here,” he rasped.
His words knocked a whimper from behind Seven’s teeth. He sucked on Enzo’s fingers, cock twitching as he groaned above him.
“Fuck, look at how messy you are for me,” he murmured, fucking his fingers in and out in short, shallow thrusts.
When he pulled them free, Seven made a noise of complaint.
“You like nursing on my fingers that much, brat? I bet you’d love cock warming, huh? Would you like that? Just having my cock on your tongue for hours.” The wanton moan that escaped had his ears burning. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. A sub through and through.”
Seven’s brain had switched off, his head empty and his body aching for more. Enzo stood suddenly, pulling Seven to his feet, gripping him around the waist when his knees buckled. “Easy.”
When he could stand on his own two feet, Enzo’s hand found the button on his jeans. Seven watched, floating on the ceiling as Enzo stripped away the last of his clothes, his cock springing free, wet and messy.
“Fuck, even your cock is pretty,” Enzo said. “So wet for me.”
When he wrapped his hand around him and squeezed, Seven’s knees threatened to give out once more. “Please…” he said.
“What are you begging for, pretty boy? Tell me.”
Seven shook his head helplessly. “I don’t know,” he said, tears gathering in his eyes. “Just…help me. It hurts.”
“Shh,” Enzo soothed. Seven gasped as Enzo’s hands closed around his thighs, sweeping him off his feet, giving him no choice but to wrap his limbs around him or risk falling. “I got you, brat. I won’t let you fall.”
Seven’s chest was going to explode. Enzo had reduced him to this desperate, needy creature who would do anything to get more. He didn’t know if he kissed Enzo or Enzo kissed him, but when their mouths clashed, it was Enzo who fed Seven his tongue, exploring roughly as he walked them up the stairs like it was something he’d done a thousand times before.
That thought made his stomach churn, so he pushed it away. Once inside the bedroom, Enzo tossed him on the bed. The room was dark, but the living room provided just enough light for him to watch Enzo crawl up the bed to hover over him.
“Roll over, beautiful. It’s my turn.”
He did as he was told, grabbing one of Enzo’s silky pillows and burying his face in it, the icy fabric cooling his overheated skin. His breath hitched as Enzo’s lips found his neck once again, settling his weight over him, letting Seven feel how hard he was. Goosebumps erupted along his skin, breathy little sighs escaping every time Enzo bit his earlobe or traced the shell of his ear with his tongue.
“I love the way you shake and shiver every time I touch you. I bet you’re making a mess of my comforter, huh?”
Seven squeezed his eyes shut. “Sorry.”
“Sorry?” Enzo echoed. “It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You’re so responsive. I wonder if you’ll be this twitchy when I’m inside you. Hmm?”
“Fuck me and find out,” Seven mumbled, trying to rut against the mattress.
“Patience, brat.”
Seven wailed, wanting to kick his feet like a child having a tantrum. He’d been patient enough. He was so empty, and his stomach twisted in knots only Enzo could untangle. “Please…”
Enzo chuckled, then disappeared, only for Seven to feel his open mouth on the swell of his ass, teeth sinking in until he yelped, his lower body jerking in response. Enzo kissed it like it was an accident, then did it again. Then again. Each time, Seven cried out, and each time, Enzo kissed it better.
After a few minutes, Enzo gripped his cheeks tight enough to bruise, spreading him apart, and then…nothing. Seven groaned, knowing Enzo was just looking at him. “Please, don’t.”
Humiliation burned through him, but it did nothing to quell his hard-on. If anything, it only made him more desperate, his hips rutting against the comforter until Enzo bit him once more—this time just beneath the crease where his ass and thigh met.
“Ow,” Seven sobbed.
“Did I say you could hump my bed like a needy little puppy?”
“No, Daddy,” Seven said, voice barely audible. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“You don’t sound sorry,” Enzo said, almost to himself.
Seven let out a breathy moan as Enzo’s soft, wet tongue dragged across his hole. He heard Enzo’s laugh, but couldn’t even defend himself. The moment Enzo began to lap at his rim again, Seven started to twitch and whine just like Enzo had said. But he couldn’t help it. His fingers dug painfully into his skin while his tongue worked him over in ways that made him feel like he had ascended somehow, like this was all a dream.
