“You didn’t mind it when we hooked up,” Seven said, shoulders stiffening and jaw tight. “Besides, who says I want to call you anything at all?”
Enzo studied his face, noting how Seven made no attempt to leave his lap.
“Open your mouth for me, brat,” he crooned, keeping his voice low and warm.
Seven glared at him for a solid thirty seconds before parting his lips. Enzo held his gaze as he pushed two fingers past his lips, running them along his tongue, over his molars, exploring with the same thoroughness as a dentist, waiting to see how much the boy would tolerate before he snapped.
He surprised him by sitting obediently in Enzo’s lap as he pushed on his tongue, forcing his fingers deep enough to trigger the boy’s gag reflex, though he tried to hide the way his throat convulsed. Enzo filed that away for later, trying not to think about how he’d begged to choke on his cock. He continued to keep his mouth pried open even as saliva dripped down his chin, Enzo’s dick twitching when the boy made no move to wipe it away.
“Good boy,” Enzo praised, hooking his fingers behind his bottom teeth to drag him closer, running the flat of his tongue over his messy chin. Seven jerked his head away as Enzo removed his fingers from his mouth, wiping them on his pants.
“Don’t call me that,” Seven snapped, green eyes flashing. “Calling me ‘good boy’ is something you earn.”
“Touché,” Enzo said, studying his face, enjoying the back and forth a little too much. “But you want to be good for me, don’t you? You tried so hard to be good for me that night.”
Seven shrugged, watching Enzo with his bottom lip clamped between his teeth.
Enzo tugged his lip free. “When I ask you a question, I expect a verbal response. Remember?”
“Why should I care what you expect?” Seven shot back.
“You could just go,” Enzo said with a shrug. “That’s fine, too. But then you wouldn’t hear my proposal.”
Seven stayed where he was, but he pouted about it.
God, he was cute.
Enzo grinned. “Good boy,” he said mockingly, just to make him mad.
Seven didn’t correct him, instead huffing out a breath through his nose, looking so gorgeous Enzo wanted to cancel lunch and teach him all about cock-warming. Seven would love it. He’d looked so peaceful that night, his head resting on Enzo’s thigh as he stroked his cheek.
“When I ask a question, I expect a verbal answer so there’s no miscommunication. Understand?”
“Yes,” Seven said, sulky.
“Yes, what?” Enzo asked quietly, raising a brow.
Seven rolled his eyes. “Yes,sir.”
Enzo gripped the boy by his sweater, reeling him in. When he was a breath away, he said, “I really thought you’d be harder to train.”
“Train?” Seven mumbled. “Like a dog?”
“Like Daddy’s good boy,” Enzo corrected. “You’re already being so good for me.”
“Maybe I’m just humoring you?” Seven shot back.
Enzo couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped. “Is that so?”
Seven shrugged. “Yeah. Maybe I just want to hear your ‘proposal,’” he said, curling his fingers around the last word.
Enzo stood, taking Seven with him, forcing him to stand. Once on his feet, he crowded him against the desk, planting a hand on either side of him, trapping him there. “Don’t pretend you aren’t loving this,” he taunted softly against his ear.
Seven shoved at his chest weakly, his palms staying firmly on his pecs. “Don’t pretend you know what I love.”
Enzo didn’t budge, cupping Seven’s face and tilting his head up. “I thought you wanted a Daddy?” he mocked.
“I told you, I call lots of men Daddy. I was just hoping to get laid again,” Seven said, sounding like he didn’t believe his words either. “I forgot how much work you are.”
