“Yeah?” Enzo asked, freeing a hand to close it around Seven’s throat, not squeezing, just holding him in place. “Is that what you need, baby? A hard reset?”
It was a testament to how far gone Seven was that he didn’t have a sarcastic comeback at the ready, just a needy nod. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Daddy?”
“Are you ever going to let me walk upstairs myself?” Seven asked between kisses, voice slightly breathless, legs still wrapped around Enzo’s waist.
“I didn’t know it was so important to you,” Enzo teased, biting Seven’s lower lip and tugging before releasing it with a wet slap. “Worried I’m gonna drop you?”
Seven smiled, burying his face in Enzo’s neck, the smell of his cologne—sharp and woodsy—igniting something deep in his belly. “No, but I’m not weightless.”
“You’re not as big as you think you are, either,” Enzo said, voice low as he dipped his head to mouth at Seven’s throat.
“That’s mean,” Seven grumbled.
Enzo chuckled. “Why? I’m not little. Besides, I like that you’re smaller than me. It makes you easy to throw around.” Seven huffed, but held his tongue as Enzo kissed his nose and cheek before pulling back, seemingly reluctant as he released him to set his feet on the floor. “You sure you want to do this?”
Seven stumbled over the question, hesitating for a beat too long. When Enzo’s brows knitted together, Seven rolled his eyes, defenses up.
“I’m starting to think you don’t want to do this,” he countered, his tone sullen. “I thought you liked this kind of thing. You made a super huge deal out of it and tried to make me put it in writing that I would let you do this shit to me on the regular—enthusiastically, even.” When Enzo gave him a flat stare, Seven deflated, mumbling, “I’m just saying.”
Enzo snatched Seven’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. “You’re so fucking mouthy,” he said, all traces of his affable boyfriend—fiancé?—disappearing in an instant. “It’s my job to take care of you. It’s my only job, especially in this room. And I don’t like that we haven’t taken the time to talk about limits, boundaries, aftercare. The important stuff. Because someone keeps dodging my attempts at a conversation.”
Seven huffed out a breath through his nose. He wasn’t dodging. Not really. But once they had a talk, Enzo would see how much of a novice he truly was.
Would Enzo refuse to ever play with him like he wanted?
Seven didn’t voice those worries, though. “I’ve been a little busy with the whole my-mom-going-to-jail thing.”
Enzo snorted. “It’s cute that you think I can’t tell when you lie to me. It’s also cute that you think I won’t punish you for it.”
Seven arched a brow, shrugging one shoulder. “I fucking hope so, ‘cause so far, you’re all show, no go.”
Enzo smirked. “You’re testing my patience. I’m trying to take this slow because you’re new to this, but you’re not making it easy.”
“If we were any slower, moss would literally start to grow on us,” Seven whined. “Why not tell me what you have planned and I’ll tell you if I consent or not? Win-Win?”
Enzo blinked, clearly caught off guard, like that was something that hadn’t occurred to him. “I…I can do that. But it doesn’t negate a later conversation.”
“Yeah, yeah, I hear you, counselor. Loud and clear.”
Enzo smirked at him. “I’ve heard of people calling their doms a lot of things, but counselor is new, even for me.”
“I mean, Nico calls Mal Bunny,” Seven said with a shrug. “So, it could be worse.”
Enzo blinked at him. “He… You’re kidding?”
Seven shook his head. “Nope. He never mentioned it?”
“Nope,” Enzo said. “Crazy.”
Seven waited patiently for Enzo to start explaining what it is he wanted to do to him. When the older man made no attempt to do so, Seven sighed in exasperation. “Well?”
Enzo’s hand closed around Seven’s neck, not squeezing, just holding him so he could study his face. “Maybe I should let you be in control, bossy,” he mused. “Is that what you want? Huh? Decide maybe you want to take the lead?”
God, no.
