He pushed Seven gently until he was on his belly, then pushed his shirt up over his head, not taking it all the way off, just leaving it tangled around his wrists. He could easily escape if he wanted, but Enzo just liked the look of him in bondage.
“That’s better,” he said, nipping at Seven’s shoulder. “Behave and maybe Daddy will give you what you want.”
Seven moaned, squirming beneath him, grinding against the mattress, already sounding fucked out and desperate. Enzo slapped his ass cheek, the crack almost echoing through the room. Seven yelped, then whined poutily.
“I said behave,” Enzo murmured, locked on the perfect handprint on Seven’s left cheek. When he traced the feverish skin with his fingertip, Seven shuddered. “Spread your legs.”
Goosebumps erupted along Seven’s skin, his back rising and falling rapidly. He parted his thighs a little, but not enough. Enzo spanked the other cheek, not holding back, earning another surprised squeak and an adorable tiny “Ow” from the younger boy.
This time, Seven lifted his head, craning around to glower at Enzo.
Enzo raised a brow, his voice sharp. “Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.” Seven huffed, dropping his head to hide his face in the pillow. Enzo grinned, teasing his fingertips along the inside of Seven’s soft thigh. “When I say, ‘Spread your legs,’ I mean open them wide. Don’t make me get the spreader bar or I won’t let you come for a week.”
Seven shivered, hips rutting against the mattress as he gave another low needy whine. This time, he parted his legs nice and wide. Such a good boy for him.
“Was that so difficult?” Enzo taunted, kneeling between Seven’s open legs.
“Daddy’s being mean,” Seven mumbled, peeking out from his pillow like he wanted to see Enzo’s reaction to his little game.
Enzo blanketed himself over him, licking along the shell of his ear. “Say the word, brat baby, and it all stops. You’re in control here, understand?”
Seven was shaking beneath him. “Yes, Daddy,” he managed, breathless.
“Color?”
“Green, Daddy,” he said in a rush, like he worried Enzo might stop if he responded too slowly.
He gave him a soft kiss just behind his ear, murmuring, “That’s my good boy.”
Seven whined, hips jerking forward once more.
Enzo brought both palms down on Seven’s ass hard, earning a strangled cry from him. He squeezed the meat there, watchingit spill between his fingers before spreading him open, looking his fill. Seven whined deep in his chest, hips growing restless once more.
Enzo sucked his teeth, spanking Seven once again, this time hard enough to have his whole body flinch, the swat reverberating up Enzo’s arm. Seven’s ass was such a pretty shade of purple now. “Did I give you permission to rub off on my mattress like a desperate little whore?”
Seven gave a strangled cry, then managed to choke out, “You’re taking too long.”
Enzo snorted, digging his blunt nails into Seven’s ass cheeks until he wailed. “What was that, brat?”
“Nothing,” Seven promised, shaking his head. “I didn’t say anything, Daddy.”
Enzo tsked, every syllable of his next words weighted and deliberate. “Since I clearly can’t trust you not to try to get yourself off without me, you can put this cute little bottom in the air.”
Seven made another noise of complaint, but did as he was told. Enzo bit back a growl as he took in the wet spot Seven had left on the sheets beneath him. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Seven’s boxers, freeing his straining cock, letting them fall to his knees.
Enzo licked his bottom lip, saliva pooling in his mouth as he took in Seven’s pretty flushed cock hanging heavy between his legs. He couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his hand around it, feeling the velvety skin there. Seven cried out, trying to thrust into Enzo’s fist.
He ignored the boy’s desperate rutting, giving him a couple of lazy strokes before tightening his hold so he couldn’t fuck himself into Enzo’s hand.
Seven’s miserable whine became a desperate moan as Enzo rubbed his thumb around the slick head, marveling at how wethe was. “Already dripping for me. I love what a greedy cockslut you are.”
Seven’s body jerked at his words. “Please.”
“Please, what?” Enzo asked, tone icy. “I told you to behave. Does this look like behaving to you? Grinding on my sheets, getting them all dirty? Whining and begging? Complaining like a naughty brat when you don’t get what you want?”
When Seven looked back at him this time, his eyes were unfocused, the seaglass depths shiny with unshed tears. Enzo had never been so grateful he’d forgotten to shut off the lights downstairs. He would have missed this, Seven staring at him, already wrecked.
“‘m sorry, Daddy,” he slurred, looking two seconds from crying. “Just want you s’bad.”
