Enzo locked eyes with him, addicted to the hungry way Seven’s eyes roamed Enzo’s body as he peeled his shirt over his head. Seven’s top teeth sank into his plush bottom lip, his gaze following Enzo’s hands as they dropped to his shorts, pushing them out of the way. When Enzo’s cock sprang free, Seven gave a low, needy whine, his hips rocking back.
Enzo forced himself to laugh, grabbing the lube and slicking his palm, then wrapping his fist around himself, stroking slowly. “This what you want, brat?”
Seven nodded eagerly, eyes closing like he didn’t dare keep looking.
God, he was fucking adorable.
Enzo’s eyes rolled in pleasure as he gave himself a couple of sharp tugs just to take the edge off, then pulled Seven’s hips back. His cock slotted perfectly between the globes of Seven’s ass. Enzo groaned, gripping him tight enough to bruise as he fucked between his cheeks.
Seven whined again, squirming as if he could somehow put Enzo’s cock where he wanted it most.
But Enzo wasn’t quite done playing with him. “I could just get myself off like this, you know. Just rub off against your pretty hole, maybe work you open with my fingers just enough to finish inside you,” he taunted, the perfect glide already making him breathless.
Seven’s breath caught. “D-Don’t be mean.”
Enzo caged him in with his body, forcing Seven’s hips back to the mattress as he rutted against him lazily. “Mean?” he said, kissing between his shoulder blades. “I want nothing more than to fuck your pretty hole. But someone won’t stop giving me orders.” He let his cock catch on Seven’s rim, then skim past it. “Seems like you’ve already forgotten who’s in charge.”
Seven made another whiny noise that went straight to Enzo’s heavy cock. “But you said you’d fuck me awake,” he countered, petulant.
Enzo grinned against his throat, then lazily licked along the tendon there, biting sharply, before saying, “I did say that, didn’t I?”
“Yeah,” Seven retorted, tone sullen as he pushed back on Enzo, like he could somehow just accidentally make him slip inside the boy’s tight little entrance. “Instead, you just keep teasing me. I’ve been waiting for so long.”
“Aww,” Enzo mocked. “Has Daddy been neglecting his baby?”
Seven nodded. “You’re too mean.”
Enzo pretended to think about it. “I don’t know. I want to take my time, open you up nice and slow, but you’re being so impatient. You know how big Daddy is. You cried so much the first time I fucked you.”
Seven gave a full-body shudder at that. If Enzo didn’t fuck him soon, he might actually come just like this, rubbing off on Seven’s ass like a teenager.
“I’ll be good,” Seven promised. “I can be patient.”
“Can you?” Enzo asked. “I’m not so sure. You’ve always been a mouthy little brat who doesn’t know how to behave.”
“You like that about me, though,” Seven shot back cockily.
Enzo nipped his earlobe. “Do I?”
“Yeah,” Seven said before hesitantly adding, “Don’t you?”
Enzo’s heart tripped. He gripped Seven’s jaw, craning his head back enough to force him to meet his gaze. “You know I do.” He slanted their mouths together in a messy kiss, their first one of the morning. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like when you’re good for me, too. You wanna be good for Daddy, baby?”
“Will you fuck me if I’m good?” Seven countered, sounding a lot like he was negotiating.
Enzo chuckled. “Sassy boy. You be good and see what happens.”
“You promised,” Seven pouted.
Enzo pinched his side until he flinched. “Who’s in charge here?”
Seven huffed. “You, Daddy.”
“That’s right.” Enzo pressed sloppy kisses to Seven’s jaw, then his cheek. “That’s right. And I’ll play with my toy however I like.”
“Am I your toy?” Seven asked, the hope in his voice shattering Enzo just a little.
“Do you want to be?”
