Seven nodded, then clarified, “As long as I’m your only toy.”
Enzo’s chest tightened. “Why would I want anyone else when I have all this at home? You’re perfect. And all mine.”
“Say it again,” Seven said, sighing dreamily.
Enzo smiled against his skin, nibbling at his earlobe. “Which part? That you’re mine or that I don’t want anyone else?”
“Both,” Seven said.
“Kiss me first,” Enzo demanded. Once more, Seven turned his head. When their mouths met, Enzo slipped his tongueinside, swallowing Seven’s whimper. He held his gaze as he broke the kiss. “You know you’re mine. I’m yours, too. Forever. I meant what I said last night.”
“Good,” Seven said, face settling into the pillows, eyes floating shut. “Can you fuck me now, Daddy? Please?”
“Yeah, baby. I can do that.”
Enzo sat back on his heels, grabbing the lube once more, using his clean hand to expose Seven’s pretty little hole. Enzo massaged over his entrance, then slipped one thick finger inside to the third knuckle. Seven gave a tiny little gasp, his breath breaking in the middle. Enzo bit back a groan, his own cock drooling at the way Seven’s hole seemed to suck him right in.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.”
He worked his finger in and out, curling it up and dragging it along his walls until Seven’s whole body jerked.Found it.He pulled out, then sank back in, once more teasing his finger over Seven’s prostate, loving the way he jolted and cried out each time. After a few minutes, he worked a second in with the first, transfixed as he watched his fingers disappear into Seven’s body again and again.
It felt like a dream. He couldn’t believe he got to have this with him. He wanted to thank him, to get down on his knees and worship him. But that wasn’t what Seven wanted right now.
When Enzo pushed in with three fingers, Seven hissed in pain, his whole body tensing as he clenched around the intrusion. Enzo held still, waiting, the thumb of his clean hand rubbing soothing circles on Seven’s thigh. Only when he felt him relax did Enzo start thrusting his fingers again, spreading them out as he pulled back, doing his best to prepare Seven for what came next.
“I’m good. Please, Daddy,” Seven panted, hands fisted in the sheets below, hips grinding into the mattress.
Seven still whined when Enzo pulled free, wiping his hand on the sheets. He didn’t even have it in him to tease anymore. If he wasn’t inside Seven in the next thirty seconds, he might actually die.
Once more, he slicked lube over himself, then pinned Seven beneath him once more, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Seven’s rim. Enzo’s breath stuttered as he breached him, that tight ring of muscle practically strangling him.
Seven whimpered, his hands disentangling from his t-shirt to shoot back behind himself, nails digging into Enzo’s sides like he couldn’t help himself. “Hurts…” he whimpered, voice tight.
Enzo froze. “Want me to stop?”
Seven gave a stilted shake of his head. “No,” he whispered. “Want you to make me take it.”
If Seven’s body didn’t have such a strangle hold on Enzo’s dick, he might have come on the spot. “Christ.” He took a deep breath and let it out, trying to clear his own thoughts. “What do you say if you want to stop?”
“Red.”
Enzo gave him another soft kiss on the back of his neck. “Good boy.” He grabbed Seven’s wrists and pinned them over his head, sinking in another inch while Seven whined beneath him.
“Breathe, baby. You gotta breathe.” Seven took a shaky breath, then let it out. “Again.”
Seven did as he was told, but he was still strangling Enzo’s cock. Enzo didn’t rush him, just scraped his teeth along Seven’s shoulder, biting down gently. After a minute passed, he pulled back just the slightest bit, then pushed forward, sinking another inch.
“You’re too big,” Seven moaned, then sniffled.
Enzo lifted his head to find tears streaming down Seven’s cheeks. Was he acting? Was he getting off on the pain? Enzotried to trust that Seven wouldn’t lie to him if he truly wanted to stop. “Is this hurting you that much, baby?”
“I like it,” Seven said. “I swear. It’s just…a lot.”
“Do you want to turn over?” Enzo asked. “Like last time?”
Seven shook his head. “No, I like this. I like feeling your breath on the back of my neck. I like when you bite me. Want you to breed me just like this.”
“Fuck,” Enzo’s hips jerked forward, forcing himself deeper and pulling a pained cry from Seven. “Sorry, baby. But you can’t say things like that and expect me to control myself. I’m already hanging on by a thread.”
