Seven cackled. “That’s because I’m fragile and precious and also our highest DPS.”
“Oh, my God…” Ever gasped, eyes going adorably wide, like a woodland creature. “Does this make Enzo Ser Thalos?”
Seven blushed, cheeks darkening adorably. “Shut up.”
But it was clear by the suddenly predatory looks that appeared on Seven’s friends’ faces that there was no shot of that happening.
“Holy shit. Ser Thalos is older, battle-scarred, rich…tsundere. Seven went and found himself a real life Ser Thalos,” Shiloh said. “That’s so fucking cute I could vomit rainbows.”
Ever’s eyes lit up. “You should get Enzo to play as Ser Thalos, and then you two could get married in game.”
“We could stream it!” Shiloh added.
“Matching in-game wedding armor would be so epically cute,” Ever squealed.
“Oh, my God,” Seven cried. “That’s not a thing.”
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“When you guys get married, we should do aPaladin-themed wedding,” Nico said. “Maybe the cast will hear about it and we can finally all meet them?”
“Youdo aPaladin-themed wedding if you want one so badly,” Seven shot back.
“You don’t want me to be your Ser Thalos?” Enzo asked, hurt leaching into his voice, knowing full well the mic would pick it up.
“I didn’t say that…” Seven muttered.
“So, you do?” Ever asked, perking up. “Want him to be your Ser Thalos?”
“You know what?” Seven said, exasperated. “I’m…signing off.”
Seven signed off even as his friends protested. Once offline, Seven stood just long enough to turn around, then crawled back onto Enzo’s lap, collapsing onto him. Enzo peeked under Seven’s arm as the boy settled. “Your camera is still on.”
Seven ignored him. “I can’t believe you let them tease me like that.” He pouted, his lips already gliding up Enzo’s neck as he slowly rolled his hips.
Enzo’s breath punched from him, his cock hardening rapidly, pleasure lapping at him like waves.
He watched them on the monitor, his hands sliding down into Seven’s joggers to cup his ass, squeezing softly. “Don’t pout.”
“You practically gave them the greenlight to aPaladin-themed wedding,” Seven said against Enzo’s ear before biting down on it hard enough to make Enzo grunt.
Enzo rolled his eyes. “Baby, your friends are pushy, but they’re literally no match for our mothers. If you think those women are going to agree to us getting married wearing cheap plastic battle armor, you’re crazy.”
Seven sagged in his arms. “Oh, yeah. Good point.”
Enzo smirked as Seven’s hand wormed its way between their bodies, cupping Enzo through his thin shorts. “Whacha doing there?”
Seven met his gaze, pupils already blown and lips slick with spit. “Hoping you’ll put this inside me, Daddy.” Enzo’s cock kicked against his palm, dragging a surprised giggle from Seven. “Guess you like that idea, huh?”
Enzo let his finger dip between the globes of Seven’s ass, teasing a finger over his rim. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”
Seven shrugged, pulling back to give him another pouty look. “I don’t know. You still won’t spank me and you know how much I want that, too.”
God, if only his friends could see what a bratty little thing he was when he wanted something. Then they’d all understand why Enzo was so fucking whipped.
“Do I need to start spanking you every night just to remind you who’s in charge? Is that what you want?”
“Mal does it for Nico,” Seven said, blushing. “He says it helps…reset his system.”
