Ansel gasped like the thought hadn’t occurred to him, and Enzo chuckled.
“Goodbye,” he said, disconnecting before they could continue.
He dropped his phone back on the table and collapsed onto the mattress. Seven rolled over and burrowed into his side. “You said we could have sex last night,” he grumped.
“Good morning to you, too,” Enzo said, grinning. “Did you drink so much wine you forgot the part where you ate too much, whined for an hour, then passed out drooling on my leg?”
“A gentleman wouldn’t bring that up,” Seven muttered, and then promptly sank his teeth into Enzo’s chest.
Enzo hissed and tapped his jaw, like he was trying to get a playful puppy to release a chew toy.
He flipped them, pinning Seven beneath him, caging him in with his arms. “Did you just bite me, brat?”
“What are you gonna do about it?” Seven countered, sticking out his tongue for good measure.
Enzo dropped onto his forearms, pressing his morning erection against Seven’s, grinding slow and filthy until a moan slipped out. In the dim light, he could see the way Seven looked up at him—with perfect trust.
Something Enzo had thought he’d ruined once. Something he didn’t deserve.
His chest tightened.
Seven’s expression softened, like he could feel the shift in him. He leaned up and kissed Enzo’s nose.
Enzo smiled, then returned the favor, biting it gently before drawing back.
They needed to get up, but he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in, capturing Seven’s bottom lip between his own and sucking softly.
Seven’s hips bucked, a whine escaping as he chased more. Enzo swallowed it down, but didn’t deepen the kiss. Just rocked gently against him, savoring every hitched breath and the way Seven’s fingers clung to his biceps.
When he finally pulled away, Seven tried to follow. Enzo pressed a hand to his chest, pinning him in place.
“Uh-uh. No distractions. I need to make breakfast for the IT department, who clearly spent the night mainlining sugar-free energy drinks and what’s likely a concerning number of Hot Pockets.”
“Mm.” Seven licked his lips. “Hot Pockets sound delicious.”
Enzo didn’t love dwelling on the fact that Seven was closer to his brothers’ age than his own. But it was never more obvious than in moments like this.
Most of the time, the gap blurred; Seven’s sharp tongue and street smarts aged him up. But then he said something like that, and Enzo was reminded just how young he really was. And how little he cared.
“Get up,” Enzo said. “We need to shower.”
Seven grumbled, then wrapped his arms and legs around him like a koala, refusing to let go.
“It’s cute that you think you can hold me down,” Enzo said, rising to his palms. Seven clung tighter, and Enzo took him with him until he was on his feet.
Still wrapped around him, Seven buried his face in Enzo’s neck.
“Not gonna lie,” he murmured, breath hot against his skin. “That was really hot. You’re really strong.”
Enzo shook his head. “You’re really horny.”
“I’m always horny when you’re around.”
“That sounds like a medical condition,” Enzo muttered, carrying him across the room. “We should probably get you seen by a professional.”
“Iamseeing a professional,” Seven said into his neck. “You’re a lawyer. That’s a profession.”
“Pretty sure that’s not how that works,” Enzo replied as he hit the bathroom light.
