“Your mom’s brown butter and sage tortellini and tiramisu,” Seven said, voice barely above a whisper.
Enzo shook his head. He’d made it sound like he was going to request some rare dish that had to be flown in from a foreign country. “Is that all? Done. I’ll call the restaurant.”
Seven frowned. “The tortellini isn’t on the menu.”
“So what?” Enzo said. “The chefs all know Ma’s recipes. I just need to make a phone call.”
When Enzo turned to retrieve his phone, Seven snagged his sleeve, eyes frantic as he shook his head. “No, don’t. I don’t want anyone going to any trouble for me.”
“Well, too bad. It’s not up to you tonight, now is it?” Enzo countered, arching a brow at him.
Seven opened his mouth, then closed it again, shoulders slumping. “Fine.”
Enzo swooped into Seven’s space, forcing him to lean back on his hands, caging him in. Seven crawled backwards up the mattress, eyes wide as Enzo stalked after him. When Seven had nowhere else to go, he dropped his head onto the pillows, gazing up at Enzo, who hovered over him on all fours.
“What was that, brat baby?” he murmured.
“I said, ‘Yes, Daddy,’” Seven muttered, his chest rising and falling quickly.
“Oh, good. My ears must have been playing tricks on me,” Enzo taunted. “Glad to see we’re both on the same page.”
“Are we?” Seven asked, his gaze dipping to Enzo’s lips then back again, slow and unsubtle.
Enzo grinned. “What do you want, baby?”
“Kiss…” Seven whispered, cheeks heating up.
He loved when Seven just melted into this soft, pliant creature for him. He was so soft, so pretty. Bratty Seven was amazing, but subby Seven turned Enzo’s heart inside out.
“What’s the magic word?” Enzo teased, slowly lowering to his forearms, his mouth hovering just over Seven’s.
Seven’s pink tongue licked over his lower lip, holding his gaze. “Please, Daddy?”
A slow smile spread across Enzo’s face. “Sure, baby.”
He placed two soft pecks at the corners of Seven’s mouth, then pulled back. “Like that?”
Seven narrowed his eyes at him, expression growing sullen.
“No?” Enzo asked. He dipped his head once more, capturing Seven’s pouty bottom lip between his own, sucking it gently before pulling back just enough to say, “How about that?”
Seven’s arms snaked around his neck, trying to yank him down. Enzo’s laugh was loud in the otherwise quiet space. He easily wrestled Seven back to the mattress, snagging his wrists and pinning his hands over his head. “You’re strong, pretty boy. But I’m stronger. By a lot,” Enzo murmured.
Seven turned his head away from Enzo, nose in the air and voice haughty. “I didn’t want to kiss you, anyway.”
Enzo nuzzled his face against Seven’s ear, kissing his lobe, then tracing the outer shell with his tongue, earning a broken breath from the boy beneath him. “I love when you’re feisty, but I love this more. All sweet and soft, letting me do whatever I want to you.”
“You’re lucky I’m too tired to fight you,” Seven said, his breaths coming a little faster now. “I’d be so bratty right now.”
Enzo chuckled. “Is that so?”
“Mm,” Seven said, still looking at the wall beside the bed.
“Look at me, brat.” Seven slowly turned his head to meet Enzo’s gaze, pupils blown. “Open your mouth.” Seven made ashow of opening his lips the slightest bit. Enzo didn’t take the bait. “Wider.”
When he complied, Enzo captured his lips, licking into his mouth, soft and sweet. Seven expelled a breath through his nose, a tiny little whimper escaping. Enzo swallowed it down, settling in the cradle of Enzo’s thighs, grunting with approval when one of Seven’s legs hooked over his hip.
Enzo didn’t push for more. He wasn’t having sex with Seven when he was this emotionally raw, but there was nothing wrong with a little kissing. If anything, it would make him feel better. Kissing flooded the brain with happy hormones. And right now, Seven needed all the happiness he could get.
