Enzo didn’t even try to hide his smirk. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Right,” Seven muttered, kicking his foot out to dig his toe into Enzo’s thigh.
After a minute, Enzo asked, “Have you thought about it?”
Seven flushed, guilt and arousal warring within him. “I-It?”
“Yes,it,” Enzo repeated, amusement dripping from every word. “Our discussion?”
“We’ve had a lot of discussions today,” Seven said.
“The talk that involves what we did in bed last night,” Enzo clarified, like he was discussing some mundane chore.
“You wanna do the kink talk…while you make pasta?”
“Exactly,” Enzo said, tossing the fresh garlic into the pan. The smell bloomed in the air, making Seven’s stomach growl. “Keeps us both distracted enough to keep it honest. If we have this conversation in bed, I’ll start thinking with my dick and you’ll start trying to be clever.”
“I don’t have to try,” Seven mumbled. “I’m very clever. One of the highest GPAs in the school.”
Enzo leaned into his space and plopped a kiss on his lips. “I don’t doubt it. But you’re not gonna distract me tonight. We’re doing this or we’re not playing together again.”
Seven sighed, swinging his feet to try to create a distraction for himself. “Fine. Shoot.”
“Okay, let’s start with what you know you like,” Enzo suggested.
Seven bit down on his bottom lip, suddenly feeling shy. It was silly considering everything they’d already done and how vocal he’d been about it when Enzo was refusing to give it to him. But now, the words stuck in his throat.
When he remained silent, Enzo glanced over, arching a brow. “What’s wrong?”
Seven shrugged. “I don’t know. It's just…awkward.”
Enzo gave him a soft smile. “Is it awkward, or are you just afraid to ask for what you need from me?”
“Well, damn,” Seven mumbled.
“No pressure,” Enzo added quickly. “This isn’t about setting traps or passing some test. This is about us making sure we’re both on the same page so it stays fun and safe and doesn’t get… confusing. You’ve been pushing me?—”
“Because I like it,” Seven cut in. “I like it when you take control. When I don’t have to decide anything. You tell me what to do, and I do it. It’s...nice.”
“That’s the submissive talking,” Enzo said gently. “That’s good. I like hearing that. Keep going.”
Seven licked his lower lip. “Uh, yeah. Okay. Um…I like being restrained. I like clear instructions. When I’m restrained, you have to do everything.”
Was that selfish?
Enzo didn’t miss a beat, just kept moving about the kitchen. “Noted. What else?”
“Blindfolding. I-I liked it. I think I might like to try other sensory things. Headphones, maybe? More spanking?”
Once more, Enzo nodded. “Sure. What about other sensory play?”
“Like what?” Seven asked, skin warm. “I don’t know exactly what that is?”
“Feathers. Ice. Heat. Wax. Vampire gloves. The Wartenberg wheel. Vibrators. Tuning forks. Silicone floggers.” He held up the item in his hand. “Wooden spatula. Anything that engages your senses.”
Seven wasn’t going to survive this conversation. “I-I think I’d like to try all of it so I know if I like it. Would—Would that be okay?”
Enzo gave him an encouraging nod. “Sure. I’m into it. What about things you know you definitely don’t want?”
