Enzo ignored his outburst. “Have you ever bottomed before?”
Seven snorted. “I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking. Do I need a resume to get dicked down by you? Are your services really in such high demand?”
Enzo caught Seven’s hands in his, massaging them gently. “Retract the claws, brat. We’re not doing anything until I know you really want to do this.”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” Seven shot back. “If you’re not interested, I’m just gonna go.”
Enzo tightened his grip. “I wouldn’t have invited you here if I wasn’t interested. I just want to make sure you’re here because you want to be and not because you’re…punishing yourself.”
Seven wanted to scream in frustration. “I’ve had a shitty fucking day. The worst kind of day, really. I came here because I thought you could make me forget about it for a few hours. But if this is gonna turn into a therapy session, fuck it. I’ll go find someone else.”
Enzo cupped his face with both hands, once more forcing him to look at him. What was with this guy and eye contact? “So, that’s why you’re here? You want to shut it all out for a while?”
“Is that so wrong?” Seven asked. “I didn’t think I had to be emotionally regulated to get laid.”
Enzo gave another heavy sigh. “You don’t have to be anything. You can be a mess if you need to be. I just don’t want to give you more than you can handle.”
“Isn’t that what safewords are for?” Seven quipped.
Enzo chuckled. “I suppose you’re right. What’s yours?”
Seven scrambled to think of one. “Starburst,” he answered, thinking of the candy currently sitting in his pocket.
“Good boy,” Enzo purred, petting his head once more. “A couple more questions and we’ll play. Alright?”
Seven gave a stilted nod, then corrected himself. “Fine.”
“You seem to like when I instruct you. Is that right?”
Something unknotted in his chest. “Yes.”
“You want me to take charge?”
Seven was nodding before he even finished his question. “Yes, please.”
“Do you want me to be rough with you?”
He exhaled shakily, heat pooling low in his belly. “God, yes.”
“Do you want me to praise you?”
Seven’s face was on fire. This was so embarrassing, yet he’d never been more turned on. “Yes.”
“Do you want to call me Daddy?” Enzo murmured.
Seven’s breath stuttered. “Please.”
Enzo shook his head, a genuine smile splitting his face.
“God, you’re fucking cute,” Enzo mused, almost like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
Seven flushed, his ears burning with embarrassment. What the fuck was wrong with him?
“You can say no,” Enzo said. “You can safeword anytime you want. You can leave anytime you want. This is only fun if we both want it. You know that, right?”
“Yes. I consent. Fuck, just…touch me,” he all but wailed, exasperated.
“Poor brat baby,” Enzo crooned. “Want me to make it all go away for a while?”
