“Can I…can I suck you off, Daddy?” He needed some distance from Enzo’s lips for his own waning sanity. “Please? I’ll do it just how you want it. Please?”
Enzo took his chin into his hand, dipping his head to bite down on Seven’s lower lip before pulling back. “On your knees, brat.”
Seven sank to the floor, tipping his head up, his lids at half mast. Enzo looked like some kind of god, his brown eyes now black as he stared at Seven with the gaze of a predator. And Seven was his prey. He trembled at the thought, his cock leaking even more. He was so wet down there. Enzo would probably laugh if he could see how he was so gone already.
“What do I do, Daddy?” he asked, head empty.
“Take my cock out,” he instructed, not a hint of shyness in his voice.
Seven’s hands shot to Enzo’s waistband as he raised his hips, letting the younger boy drag them down and off. Enzo’s cock slapped against his belly. Spit pooled in Seven’s mouth. Enzo was slightly above average in length, but he was thicker than anyone he’d ever been with before. Would that even fit in his mouth?
Seven dropped his cheek to the ink covering Enzo’s thigh, hoping the other man couldn’t see how undone he was. He rubbed his cheek against his skin, the hair there tickling his face.
Enzo palmed his chin, forcing his gaze upward once more. “Change your mind?”
Seven shook his head quickly, face burning when Enzo chuckled. Seven returned his limited brain function to the task at hand, taking in Enzo’s cock.
“Don’t look so intimidated. It’ll fit,” he teased, taking himself in hand and stroking slowly. “Come here. I’ll show you.”
Seven came up on his knees, mouth parting obediently. His eyelids fluttered as Enzo swiped the head of his cock along his lips, rubbing the beads of pearly white fluid across his skin. Seven’s tongue swept over it, and he moaned at the bitter taste before taking the tip in, sucking almost delicately.
Enzo’s hand found the back of Seven’s head, but he didn’t press him down or try to force him to take more. If anything, it was like he was trying to be…reassuring. It made his already muddy thoughts even muddier.
“You can take more than that, brat baby,” he said, his tone tight, like maybe he wasn’t quite as in control as he pretended. It spurred Seven to be brave. He opened his mouth wider, sinking down until his jaw ached and his gag reflex triggered. He coughed wetly, pulling off only long enough to regroup before going back in.
This time, he wrapped his hand around the base, then bobbed his head, taking him only deep enough to meet his own fist. Enzo’s blunt nails scratched at his scalp, a low groan and a quiet curse letting him know that he was doing something right. He hollowed his cheeks, dragging up his length, before digging his tongue into the slit.
Enzo’s hips kicked up, making Seven gag.
“Sorry, baby,” he murmured.
Seven gazed at him with hazy eyes, his insides lighting up as he saw the effect he was having on him. He pulled off. “Can you…can you make me take it, Daddy?”
“Christ,” Enzo muttered. “Are you asking me to make you choke on my cock?”
Seven dropped his arm between his legs to grind the heel of his hand against his neglected length, wincing as the zipper dug into his chafed skin. “Yes, please, Daddy.”
“Fuck, yeah. Okay. Tap my thigh twice if you want me to stop.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’m serious.”
Seven met his gaze. “Okay, Daddy. I promise.”
Enzo’s head fell back with a grunt like he was trying to pull himself together. This time, when Seven closed his lips over Enzo’s cock, there was the steady pressure of Enzo’s hand pushing him down as he rolled his hips up. Once more, Seven gagged, then panicked.
“Shh,” Enzo soothed. “Relax. Breathe through your nose. You’re doing well.”
Seven did as he was told, muscles loosening as he realized he wasn’t going to suffocate. Each thrust of Enzo’s hips pushed him farther and farther into Seven’s throat until even breathing through his nose wasn’t possible.
“Oh, fuck. That’s it. Fuck, that’s my good boy. You look so good drooling on my cock. Such a pretty little slut on your knees for me.”
Seven gave a desperate whine that had Enzo groaning, hips kicking upward, forcing him deep enough for Seven to give another wet gag, only Enzo didn’t let up this time, holding him in place as he thrust as deep as he could. Only when Seven felt his nose pressing to Enzo’s skin did he realize he was all the way inside.
Enzo’s other hand came around his throat. “Fuck. So good for me. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Seven had tears and snot running down his face, drool dripping from his chin. There was no way that was true. But Enzo said it, so he believed it. Even as his air supply dwindledand the euphoria set in, he stayed there, jaw aching and throat on fire because his Daddy hadn’t given him permission to stop.
