1. Seven #3
Seven glowered at him. “I should think that would be obvious.”
“You are so combative,” Enzo said, clearly holding back a smile while he studied him. After a moment, his brows drew together, all trace of amusement gone. “Are you okay?”
It was like he’d punched a hole straight through Seven’s defenses. The younger boy choked on a sob, swallowing it down. He was not going to cry in front of a stranger like a loser.
“I’ve just had a rough day,” he muttered, the words thick.
Enzo dipped his head, catching Seven’s gaze. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“If I did, would I be here with you?” he retorted, tone venomous.
“You are something else,” Enzo said, brushing his knuckles across Seven’s cheek.
Seven ducked away from his touch. “Don’t.”
Enzo’s brows shot up. “Don’t what? Don’t touch you?”
Seven felt like his lungs were going to burst from his chest. “Don’t be nice to me.”
“You came here because you wanted me to be mean to you? Is that how you think I play, brat baby?”
“You weren’t exactly nice to me in your office.”
“You weren’t being nice to me either. But that’s okay. I know you were just attention-seeking. And look. It worked. You have my undivided attention now.”
Seven scoffed. “Me and how many others?”
“Are you jealous?” Enzo countered teasingly. “You just told me this was a one-off. Why do you care how many other boys call me Daddy?”
“I don’t,” Seven spat. “Just stop treating me like I mean anything to you.”
Enzo sighed, studying Seven until he felt like a petulant child. After a moment, he asked, “What did you think I meant when I said ‘let’s play’?”
“I didn’t think you were inviting me to build castles in your sandbox,” Seven shot back, staring at his own hands, fingers twisting in his lap.
Enzo gripped his chin and forced his gaze upwards. “Give me a real answer or this ends right now.”
Seven seethed. “I figured we were gonna fuck.”
Enzo blew out a breath through his nose. “You sure do have a mouth on you.”
“You have no idea,” Seven shot back, nostrils flaring. “Want me to show you?”
Once more, Enzo examined him with an utter stillness that made Seven’s insides squirm and his dick throb behind his zipper.
He watched as the older man settled deeper into the cushions, settling his elbows on the back of the sofa, his knees parting. “Sure, brat. If you think you can.”
Seven just sat there, paralyzed by his indecision. He didn’t know if he was mad, sad, or horny. He’d stuffed that tangled ball of emotions deep down, his frustration causing him to squeeze his shaking hands into fists.
After a minute, he jutted his jaw forward, moving to kneel between Enzo’s open legs.
A pillow landed on the floor. When Seven flicked his gaze upwards, Enzo said, “So you don’t hurt your knees. You’re gonna be down there a while.”
Seven’s cock pulsed, leaking into his boxer briefs, his jeans already too tight against his painfully hard cock. “Okay.”
He’d meant it to sound sarcastic, but it came out a little too breathless, a little too…
bewildered. Only once he was on his knees, looking up at Enzo, did he truly falter.
He’d hoped when he looked up he’d find the older man staring at him coldly, but instead, Enzo was watching him with equal parts curiosity and concern.
Fuck him.
He could do this. He could totally do this.
He wanted to do this. He wanted everything to go away…
just for a little while. He settled his hands on Enzo’s strong thighs, taking in the obvious bulge in his joggers.
His fingers flexed into the thick muscle beneath as he chewed on his lip, suddenly unsure of every blowjob he’d ever given.
Enzo sighed, reaching down, then Seven found himself straddling Enzo’s lap, knees on either side of his hips. “Hi.”
Seven forced his gaze to Enzo’s. “Hey.”
Enzo ran his hands up and down Seven’s arms soothingly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your downward spiral, but I thought of a few more questions I need you to answer for me.”
“I’ve never had to pass a test to get laid before,” Seven muttered.
“Are you going to behave, or should I just call you an Uber?” Enzo asked, sharp voice cutting through Seven’s resistance with precision.
He knew Enzo was serious. He knew he would send him home.
Seven nodded.
“Verbal answers only.”
“Yes,” he whispered.
Enzo stroked the back of his head. “Good boy.”
Seven bit back a whine.
“Have you ever engaged in this kind of play before?”
Seven struggled to hide his confusion. What kind of play? Roleplay? Calling a man Daddy? Did that require some kind of proper training?
“Yeah,” he lied. “Of course.”
Enzo stared at him for so long he started to shift restlessly. “Were you in relationships with those people?”
Seven huffed out an exasperated sigh. “What are you, my priest?” When Enzo continued to study him, Seven folded. “No. Did I need to be?”
Enzo ignored his outburst. “Have you ever bottomed before?”
Seven snorted. “I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking. Do I need a resume to get dicked down by you? Are your services really in such high demand?”
Enzo caught Seven’s hands in his, massaging them gently. “Retract the claws, brat. We’re not doing anything until I know you really want to do this.”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” Seven shot back. “If you’re not interested, I’m just gonna go.”
Enzo tightened his grip. “I wouldn’t have invited you here if I wasn’t interested. I just want to make sure you’re here because you want to be and not because you’re…punishing yourself.”
Seven wanted to scream in frustration. “I’ve had a shitty fucking day. The worst kind of day, really. I came here because I thought you could make me forget about it for a few hours. But if this is gonna turn into a therapy session, fuck it. I’ll go find someone else.”
Enzo cupped his face with both hands, once more forcing him to look at him. What was with this guy and eye contact? “So, that’s why you’re here? You want to shut it all out for a while?”
“Is that so wrong?” Seven asked. “I didn’t think I had to be emotionally regulated to get laid.”
Enzo gave another heavy sigh. “You don’t have to be anything. You can be a mess if you need to be. I just don’t want to give you more than you can handle.”
“Isn’t that what safewords are for?” Seven quipped.
Enzo chuckled. “I suppose you’re right. What’s yours?”
Seven scrambled to think of one. “Starburst,” he answered, thinking of the candy currently sitting in his pocket.
“Good boy,” Enzo purred, petting his head once more. “A couple more questions and we’ll play. Alright?”
Seven gave a stilted nod, then corrected himself. “Fine.”
“You seem to like when I instruct you. Is that right?”
Something unknotted in his chest. “Yes.”
“You want me to take charge?”
Seven was nodding before he even finished his question. “Yes, please.”
“Do you want me to be rough with you?”
He exhaled shakily, heat pooling low in his belly. “God, yes.”
“Do you want me to praise you?”
Seven’s face was on fire. This was so embarrassing, yet he’d never been more turned on. “Yes.”
“Do you want to call me Daddy?” Enzo murmured.
Seven’s breath stuttered. “Please.”
Enzo shook his head, a genuine smile splitting his face.
“God, you’re fucking cute,” Enzo mused, almost like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
Seven flushed, his ears burning with embarrassment. What the fuck was wrong with him?
“You can say no,” Enzo said. “You can safeword anytime you want. You can leave anytime you want. This is only fun if we both want it. You know that, right?”
“Yes. I consent. Fuck, just…touch me,” he all but wailed, exasperated.
“Poor brat baby,” Enzo crooned. “Want me to make it all go away for a while?”
Seven’s eyes fell shut. He didn’t even care if he’d said it mockingly. “Yes…please.”
Enzo’s nose brushing against his was the only warning he got before he felt the older man’s warm lips capturing his mouth in a kiss that stole his breath and ignited something deep inside, causing him to grip Enzo’s shirt and press forward harder until their teeth clacked together.
Enzo eased back, smiling when Seven chased his lips.
He flushed at Enzo’s steady gaze. He stroked his thumb across Seven’s full lower lip, drawing it down and letting it snap back with a pop before curling his large hand around the back of Seven’s neck, reeling him in to crash their mouths together once more.
Arousal shot through him, a feeling so overwhelming it made his head swim. It was just a kiss. Why was he so desperate for more?
“Open your mouth,” Enzo murmured.
Seven’s lips parted on a choked sound, and his hands fisted on Enzo’s broad shoulders as he swept his tongue over his. Seven’s hips rocked down without thought, desperate for some kind of friction, pressure. Anything to take the edge off just for a minute.
“Not yet, brat baby. You said you wanted me to make you forget. I’m gonna take my time with you,” he said, licking across the roof of his mouth, then sucking on his tongue until Seven moaned.
What would people think if they knew one kiss from this man had his insides melting like an ice cream on a summer sidewalk?
Seven may not have fucked a lot of men, but he’d kissed plenty.
But none of them kissed like Enzo. He kissed in a way that consumed Seven, setting his blood on fire.
Each time their lips met, it was like Enzo was siphoning away every doubt, every fear, and every time they parted, Enzo praised him.
“So good for me.”
“My good boy.”
“My perfect boy.”
“Doing so well.”
“Look at you.”
“So pretty for me.”
It was like being hypnotized, his head growing hazy. His only goal, his only worry, was pleasing Enzo…his Daddy.
When Enzo’s palms settled on Seven’s ass, his hips kicked forward once again, another desperate whine escaping before he could stop it.
Enzo broke their kiss to mouth at his throat, scraping his teeth behind his ear, breath ragged as he said, “Fuck, I knew my bratty baby would be so whiny for me. So hot.”