Seven wrapped his arms around Enzo’s torso, resting his chin on Enzo’s belly to look up at him. “Really?”
“If you want me to punish you, who am I to say no?” Enzo asked. “But we’re going to have a talk about limits and put some things on paper first.”
Seven snorted. “Is this a lawyer thing? Does everything have to be a contract with you?”
“Ha-ha,” Enzo said flatly. “I just don’t like ambiguity. That is what leads to accidents and hurt feelings. If you want me to hurt you, we’re going to do it my way. That’s non-negotiable. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Seven said with a sigh.
Enzo dragged Seven to his feet, dropping a kiss on his pouty lips before going to his drawer and retrieving a pair of athletic shorts, tugging them on while Seven watched with unbridled interest. Enzo smirked at him. “You keep looking at me like that and you’re never gonna make it to your game.”
“Oh, no. That would be terrible,” Seven deadpanned, crossing the room to wrap his arms around Enzo from behind. “Put a shirt on. I don’t want anyone seeing this slutty little waist.”
Enzo chuckled, shivering when Seven pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. “You like my waist, huh?”
“It’s okay,” Seven said, as if bored. “But I know those thirsty bitches online will be feasting on you. Cover up.”
“Well, if I have to cover up, so do you. You think I want you out there with bare arms? Put on a hoodie or something before I put you in a turtleneck.”
Seven released him, then went to Enzo’s closet, fishing around inside until he found Enzo’s old college hoodie, pulling it over his head. “Better?”
Enzo closed the distance between them in three steps, sliding his hands under Seven’s thighs and lifting him off his feet. Seven yelped, his arms going around Enzo’s neck just as he crashed their mouths together. He swallowed Seven’s helpless sound, licking into his mouth. Seven clung to him even as Enzo dropped him onto the mattress and followed him down, his hips slotting between Seven’s thighs.
“How am I supposed to keep my hands off you when you look so fucking hot in my clothes?” Enzo growled. “I shouldn’t have taken you shopping. I should’ve just made you stay in my clothes all the time.”
Seven moaned into his mouth, rubbing his half-hard cock against Enzo’s when he wrapped his legs around his waist. When Enzo rolled his hips, they both groaned.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” Seven whispered against his lips. “Just fuck me. Or punish me. Do both. I don’t even care about the game anymore. I just want you inside me.”
“You’re a demon,” Enzo said, still grinding against him without thought.
He couldn’t help himself. The sensation had heat pooling in his limbs, his eyes rolling behind his lids.
Enzo lost all control around Seven. It was a problem. Would the need to touch him, kiss him, fuck him ever fade? He hoped not. He couldn’t imagine ever not wanting this.
He dragged his lips from Seven’s, kissing along his jaw, then down his neck. Seven made another low, throaty sound, tilting his head to give Enzo more access with a sigh that sounded almost relieved.
The blasting of an alarm had them both wrenching away from each other guiltily. Enzo’s heart raced as he looked for theoffending sound before realizing it was Seven’s phone on the nightstand.
“What the hell is that?” Enzo asked.
Seven grimaced. “It’s the find-my-phone notification.”
“Is your phone lost?”
“No, but we keep the feature on each other’s phones just in case. Mostly, we just use it to harass each other…like now. If I don’t sign online soon, they’re going to keep blowing up my phone until I do.”
“Clever,” Enzo said, getting to his feet. “Go boot up your new spaceship. I’m gonna throw something on. Be there soon.”
Seven let Enzo help him up, making another grumpy sound when he swatted his ass on the way past. Enzo shoved his arms into a zip-front hoodie but didn’t bother to close it. Despite the invite, he wouldn’t be making an appearance on camera. He had work to do. He was content just sharing the office with Seven while he played.
By the time he’d made it downstairs, Seven had his system up and running. He really did look like he was manning some kind of alien craft, the green panel lights reacting to whatever was happening on screen. When he saw Enzo, he beamed at him like they hadn’t just spent the entire day together.
He walked around the desk, tipping Seven’s head up. “You sure you’re good? That was a pretty intense thank you gift.”
“I’m fine. Really. I won’t be belting out any power ballads in the shower, but that’s not really my thing, is it?” he asked, brow arching, a knowing smile on his face.
Enzo scoffed. “I won’t be shamed. I have an amazing singing voice. My mom said so.”
