He couldn’t think, wouldn’t even know he was still breathing if he couldn’t hear himself panting like a dog. He could feel his heartbeat in his neglected cock, his vocabulary shrunken down to a sobbing string ofplease,yes, andmore.
By the time Enzo worked his tongue past his rim, Seven was ready to offer up anything, anything at all. “Please…hnf…oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. I need you inside. Please, Daddy…please.”
“I am inside,” Enzo teased, thrusting his tongue deeper, but not nearly deep enough.
Seven gave another frustrated sob, unable to formulate any kind of rebuttal.
When Enzo’s mouth disappeared altogether, Seven actually began to cry, real tears soaking into the expensive bed sheets.
Enzo crawled up to lie beside him, rolling him over and gathering him into his arms. “Okay, baby. Okay. No more teasing.”
Seven stared up at him, dazed, as Enzo pressed his lips against his feverish skin. The way he looked down at him flayed him open, making him feel like his insides were spilling out. He could feel the wetness on his cheeks, but he couldn’t stop the flow of tears. He let his eyes fall shut, gasping when Enzo’s hand pressed between his legs, slick fingers probing at his entrance.
“Spread your legs a little more for me,” Enzo murmured before his lips closed over Seven’s once more.
Seven did as he was told, letting Enzo lick into his mouth, letting him fuck his tongue inside, his whole body pulsing, his cock leaking onto his belly. Seven whimpered as Enzo’s finger slipped inside, working in and out lazily. After a minute, he added another, spreading them each time he pulled back, curling them whenever he slid inside, making Seven jolt like a live wire each time he glanced his prostate.
Enzo drank from his lips the whole time, swallowing every whimper, moan, and sob like he was feeding off Seven’s desperation like some kind of sexual vampire.An incubus,he thought vaguely. He gasped when Enzo pushed in with a third finger, clenching down, which only made it worse.
“You’re doing so well,” Enzo said, pulling back. “Open your eyes, brat. I want you to watch me open you up with my fingers.”
Another choked sob escaped. Why was he doing this to him? But again, he complied, gazing up at Enzo helplessly as he stared at him with a raw possessiveness that Seven was almost stupid enough to believe. He couldn’t breathe. This was all too much. It was like an iron band constricted his lungs.
When Enzo’s fingers slipped free, Seven clenched his eyes shut. He didn’t know how many minutes passed before he felt his weight blanketing him, the blunt head of his cock probing at his rim. “Tell me you still want this,” Enzo whispered against his lips.
Seven forced himself to meet his gaze. “Please…”
Enzo began to slowly press inside. Seven’s hands shot to his shoulders, clawing at him as pain cut through the haze of his desire. He gasped, his mouth falling open as he stared up at the older man.
Enzo ghosted his lips across his. “Relax. Just breathe, let me in. You’re okay.” When he pushed in another inch, Seven dug his nails in until Enzo hissed. “Just kiss me, brat. Concentrate on that.”
“Okay, Daddy,” Seven whispered, opening to Enzo once again.
He didn’t know how long they laid there, Enzo lazily rocking against him until his body—finally— relented, letting him slide all the way inside. Even once he was fully seated inside him, Enzo didn’t quicken his pace, his tempo slow and steady, the head of his cock glancing that bundle of nerves whenever he moved, pleasure washing over Seven in waves.
Soon, it wasn’t enough. “Harder…please, Daddy.”
“Yeah?”
Seven nodded frantically. “Yes. I need it.”
Enzo sat up, hiking one of Seven’s legs up over his shoulder, withdrawing almost all the way before snapping his hips back in. They both moaned. “Fuck.”
Enzo did it again, then again, each thrust hitting Seven’s swollen prostate directly until he was almost positive he was going to come untouched. His cock was leaking onto his stomach with every roll of his hips as he babbled incoherently, promising almost anything if Enzo would just let him come.
“Look at me,” Enzo growled.
Seven pried his eyelids open, breath hitching at the state Enzo was in. He was drenched in sweat, eyes flashing, jaw clenched, his muscles flexing as he braced his hand on either side of Seven’s head, practically bending him in half.
Fuck, he was so beautiful, so powerful. Possibly the most beautiful person Seven had ever seen up close. Just seeing the desire in Enzo’s gaze had Seven hurtling towards his own release. He wanted him. Enzo wanted him. It was a heady thought, making his insides clench.
“I’m gonna come,” Seven panted. “I’m so close.”
“You’ll wait.”
“I don’t know if I can,” Seven sobbed.
“You can and you will. You can come once I fill you up.”
