“Fair enough.”
Enzo unwrapped him and tossed the blanket aside.
Seven immediately laid down beside him and made himself the little spoon, backing his naked ass up against Enzo’s crotch. “Snuggle me.”
Enzo didn’t have to be asked twice, but he was grateful he’d put on underwear. He slid his arm under Seven’s pillow, then threw an arm and a leg over him. “This okay?”
“Mm,” Seven hummed. “It’s perfect.”
Enzo kissed the back of his neck, resting his head on the pillow next to Seven’s.
If anyone had told him a year ago that he wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he was wrapped around another human being, he would have laughed in their face. Now, he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, sleeping anywhere else.
Seven owned him, body and soul. He might be his sub, but Enzo was definitely the one who’d been collared.
He drifted off with the scent of his shampoo in Seven’s hair and a smile on his face.
“You can shower first.”
Seven glanced at Enzo in the elevator’s reflection, but didn’t say anything. He was still pouting about having to shower alone. Enzo had looked so fucking hot at work in his gray suit and black silk tie, Seven had barely been able to keep his hands to himself during the office roundtable.
“I’m talking to you,” Enzo said, sliding his fingers into Seven’s belt loops, then pulling him back against him.
Seven opened his mouth to respond, but was distracted when Enzo’s lips found the side of his neck, teeth sinking into the purple bruise he’d left just under the now unbuttoned collar of his shirt.
“You’re the reason I had to wear this stupid collared shirt in the first place,” Seven mumbled, hand rising to tangle in Enzo’s hair, keeping him in place as he sucked an even deeper bruise into the same spot.
“Are you complaining, brat?” Enzo murmured in his ear.
Seven gave an undignified squeak as Enzo’s hand connected with his already throbbing ass cheek, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet elevator.
Seven’s mouth fell open as he stared at Enzo’s reflection in disbelief. “You can spank me in an elevator, but you can’t fuck me in the shower? I’m starting to think you just don’t want to have sex with me,” he challenged.
His ears heated up at Enzo’s lazy chuckle. “If you think you can break me with your bratty little attitude, you’re mistaken. We’re not playing again until those welts heal…and that won’t happen if you keep pressing on them.”
Seven flushed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He knew exactly what Enzo was talking about. He’d excused himself several times in order to lock himself in the far left bathroom stall with the mirror so he could lower his pants and look at the marks criss-crossing his skin. Each time he trailed his fingers over them, he’d gotten flashes of the night before, making him bite back a groan and try to stave off getting hard at work.
“No? That wasn’t you wincing every time you sat down at your desk? Weird. You must have a doppelganger.”
“Maybe they won’t heal because you keep smacking me,” Seven snarked, then stiffened, realizing he’d fallen into Enzo’s trap.
“I’m glad you see it my way. Separate showers, then dinner. Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll blow you before bed.”
The elevator dinged, acknowledging their arrival home as Seven tried to calm down. He’d started out irritated, and now, he was horny, too. Enzo seemed to love tormenting him.
They slipped off their shoes at the entryway then hung up their bags. Enzo didn’t carry Seven up the stairs for once, but he did hold his hand until they reached the bedroom.
“You go first,” Seven said, nodding towards the bathroom.
Enzo shook his head. “No, you go first.”
“No, I need a minute to, like, unwind, before I get in the shower,” Seven said. “You go.”
“If you go first, then I can help you put the ointment cream on after.”
Seven rolled his eyes. “If you help me put on ointment cream, we’re gonna get just as derailed as we would if we shower together. So, let’s just shower together? You can be careful. I promise you didn’t break me. We don’t even have to play. You could just fuck me?”
