“I didn’t think you were inviting me to build castles in your sandbox,” Seven shot back, staring at his own hands, fingers twisting in his lap.
Enzo gripped his chin and forced his gaze upwards. “Give me a real answer or this ends right now.”
Seven seethed. “I figured we were gonna fuck.”
Enzo blew out a breath through his nose. “You sure do have a mouth on you.”
“You have no idea,” Seven shot back, nostrils flaring. “Want me to show you?”
Once more, Enzo examined him with an utter stillness that made Seven’s insides squirm and his dick throb behind his zipper.
He watched as the older man settled deeper into the cushions, settling his elbows on the back of the sofa, his knees parting. “Sure, brat. If you think you can.”
Seven just sat there, paralyzed by his indecision. He didn’t know if he was mad, sad, or horny. He’d stuffed that tangled ball of emotions deep down, his frustration causing him to squeeze his shaking hands into fists.
After a minute, he jutted his jaw forward, moving to kneel between Enzo’s open legs.
A pillow landed on the floor. When Seven flicked his gaze upwards, Enzo said, “So you don’t hurt your knees. You’re gonna be down there a while.”
Seven’s cock pulsed, leaking into his boxer briefs, his jeans already too tight against his painfully hard cock. “Okay.”
He’d meant it to sound sarcastic, but it came out a little too breathless, a little too…bewildered. Only once he was on his knees, looking up at Enzo, did he truly falter. He’d hoped when he looked up he’d find the older man staring at him coldly, but instead, Enzo was watching him with equal parts curiosity and concern.
Fuck him.
He could do this. He could totally do this. Hewantedto do this. He wanted everything to go away…just for a little while. He settled his hands on Enzo’s strong thighs, taking in the obvious bulge in his joggers. His fingers flexed into the thick muscle beneath as he chewed on his lip, suddenly unsure of every blowjob he’d ever given.
Enzo sighed, reaching down, then Seven found himself straddling Enzo’s lap, knees on either side of his hips. “Hi.”
Seven forced his gaze to Enzo’s. “Hey.”
Enzo ran his hands up and down Seven’s arms soothingly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your downward spiral, but I thought of a few more questions I need you to answer for me.”
“I’ve never had to pass a test to get laid before,” Seven muttered.
“Are you going to behave, or should I just call you an Uber?” Enzo asked, sharp voice cutting through Seven’s resistance with precision.
He knew Enzo was serious. He knew he would send him home.
Seven nodded.
“Verbal answers only.”
“Yes,” he whispered.
Enzo stroked the back of his head. “Good boy.”
Seven bit back a whine.
“Have you ever engaged in this kind of play before?”
Seven struggled to hide his confusion. What kind of play? Roleplay? Calling a man Daddy? Did that require some kind of proper training?
“Yeah,” he lied. “Of course.”
Enzo stared at him for so long he started to shift restlessly. “Were you in relationships with those people?”
Seven huffed out an exasperated sigh. “What are you, my priest?” When Enzo continued to study him, Seven folded. “No. Did I need to be?”
