Seven gave a soft laugh, throat raw. “Do I not look okay?”
“You look well-fucked,” Enzo said, a there and gone smile flickering across his handsome face. “Seriously, though. Did I hurt you?”
“Well, yeah,” Seven said teasingly. “That’s kind of the point. I sound like I drink whiskey for breakfast and smoke four packs a day. But I like it. It’s hot.”
“You’re such a brat,” Enzo said fondly. “What time are you supposed to meet your friends online?”
Seven tipped forward, pressing his face into that spot he loved on Enzo’s neck. His spot. His safe place. The one that let him huff Enzo’s scent like it was an anti-anxiety medication. “Eight o’clock.”
“Good. Let’s take a quick shower and get some sugar in you, so you don’t subdrop in front of an audience and your friends think I’m abusing you.”
Seven burrowed deeper as he said, “Yes, Daddy.”
“You can just sit with me,” Seven said from his spot on the edge of the bed. “Thanks to your brothers and your black card, that chair is big enough to fit you, me, and several of our closest friends.”
Enzo stepped between Seven’s open legs, pinching his nose gently. “I don’t have any friends, just too many siblings.” When Seven gave him a flat stare, he grinned. “I don’t want to get in the way of your gameplay.”
Seven snorted, leaning back on his palms to rake his gaze over Enzo’s naked form, sounding almost distracted as he murmured, “You’ve clearly never watched us play before. Nobody takes it seriously. That’s the whole reason people tune in. We’re objectively bad at it.”
“Won’t your friends give you shit if I’m there?” Enzo asked.
Seven sighed, sitting up once more, his hands landing on Enzo’s thick thighs, fingers squeezing. “They’re gonna give me shit regardless,” he said, distracted, his thumbs tracing thegrooves of Enzo’s hip bones. “They might actually be better behaved if they see you’re sitting with me.”
Enzo’s brow went up, but he said nothing, watching as Seven explored his torso, like he was committing it to memory.
“Whatcha doing, brat?” Enzo asked.
In response, Seven pitched forward, running the flat of his tongue over Enzo’s lower abdomen, stopping just short of his belly button. His cock twitched, the blood rushing south at the close proximity of Seven’s lips. Seven sank his teeth into Enzo’s side, dragging a groan from him. Fuck. The things he dreamed of doing to this boy were not only morally questionable, they were borderline illegal. After watching him choke on his cock, tears and spit running down his face, all Enzo wanted to do was push him to his limits.
He threaded his fingers in Seven’s dark hair, tugging his head up, forcing him to meet his gaze. “I asked you a question,” he said, voice stern.
Seven’s eyes were hazy and his mouth slack as he stared up at Enzo, his breaths coming faster. He was locked in, completely enraptured. It would be so easy to slip him back into that headspace. Seven really was just a natural-born submissive. The slightest hint of pain, the slightest edge to Enzo’s voice and he went pliant. It was so fucking hot. Seven was so fucking hot.
When he didn’t answer, Enzo snapped his fingers, startling him from his stupor. Seven blinked rapidly, then sat up a little straighter. He gripped Enzo’s ass appreciatively, still sounding slightly dazed as he said, “You can’t just stand here totally naked and not expect me to want you, Daddy. That’s just crazy.”
Enzo released his hair to cup his face, watching Seven melt into his touch with fascination. He was so good for him. Enzo wanted to push him a little. He wanted to explore just how deep Seven’s submission went, how compliant he could be. Hewanted to take him right to the edge of his limits, wherever those might lie. But they still had a few things to talk about.
“Your friends are expecting you on camera in ten minutes,” Enzo murmured. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” The near diabolical expression on Seven’s face had Enzo raising a brow. “Unless, of course, youwantyour friends to watch me bend you over that nice new desk.”
Seven’s breath caught, his eyes all pupil. “Promise, Daddy?”
Seven had no idea just how hard it was for Enzo to keep this part of himself under wraps. They’d played together the first night they met and he’d put him on his knees more than once. But that was just training wheels. He wanted to do this right. He wanted to have a talk, discuss limits…put things in writing. He wanted to do at least this part the right way. But when Seven looked at him like that, he wanted nothing more than to break him down. He looked so pretty all fucked out like this.
“Behave,” Enzo chastised, tracing Seven’s bottom lip with his thumb.
Seven slow-blinked at him. “And if I don’t?”
This was why Enzo had such a hard time being careful with Seven; the boy was screaming for Enzo to punish him. And the logical part of him knew Seven believed him when he said they were more than just sex, but the emotional part feared that punishing Seven the way he wanted might have him doubting Enzo’s true feelings again.
Still, those fears wouldn’t keep Enzo’s true nature at bay forever, especially not with a brat like Seven. “You’re just begging for it, huh?”
“Starting to think you’re all talk…Daddy,” Seven huffed, digging his nails into the meat of Enzo’s thighs and dragging down until he hissed in pain.
“Keep it up,” Enzo warned softly, caressing Seven’s cheeks once more. “We’ll see who’s laughing when it’s over.”
Seven sighed, dropping his hands into his lap. “Promises, promises.”
Enzo shook his head with an eye-roll. “Be a good boy and maybe when your game is over, I’ll give you what you’re so clearly desperate for.”
