1. Seven #4
“More…please…Daddy,” Seven begged, even as he tilted his head to give Enzo more access.
Enzo’s hands squeezed his ass, thrusting up as he dragged Seven down, ripping a low whine from deep in his chest.
“You’ll get more…when I decide you will,” Enzo growled against his ear. Seven choked on a sob but nodded helplessly, giving himself over completely to Enzo’s will. “Say ‘thank you, Daddy.’”
“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy,” Seven chanted breathlessly while Enzo devoured him, beard scraping along his skin as he sucked marks that Seven prayed would still be there tomorrow.
His whole body was vibrating with need, his eyelids heavy, lips swollen and bruised.
Would anyone who looked at him know Enzo had taken him apart piece by piece?
He hoped so. He wanted to feel claimed, used, owned…
wanted. At least for one night. He could be good for just one night.
Give himself over to Enzo in every way to feel whole inside.
By the time Enzo reached for the hem of Seven’s hoodie, he felt barely corporeal—a ghost of himself. He raised his arms without being told, earning another quiet “Good boy” that set his soul on fire.
When he tugged on Enzo’s shirt and said, “Now you, please, Daddy,” Enzo looked at him with a hunger that stole the air from his lungs, peeling his own shirt off, tossing it blindly.
Seven’s palms found Enzo’s torso, trying and failing to take in all the ink on his body.
There was so much religious iconography there it would take him a year to see it all.
But that didn’t stop him from appreciating the ridges of his abs or the planes of his pecs.
“You’re so hot,” he breathed, distracted by the flesh in front of him.
“Me? Look at you. I can’t believe you were hiding all this beneath that oversized hoodie. Maybe you were just saving it all for me. Yeah?”
Seven was nodding even as his mouth found Enzo’s once again, unable to stop himself from plunging his tongue inside, massaging it over the older man’s.
He just needed another hit. He now understood the term “drugging kisses.” Enzo’s lips were addictive.
Seven rutted against him as he sucked his tongue, his fingers exploring Enzo’s body.
When large hands landed on Seven’s hips, stopping him from grinding down once more, he whined, giving Enzo a sullen look as he fought his hold.
“Shh,” he soothed, pressing kisses to the corners of his mouth, his nose, his forehead, anywhere but where he wanted them. “You’re so worked up already and we’ve barely started. You need to calm down, baby.”
Seven flushed, chest tight and blinking back tears as humiliation burned through him. Enzo wasn’t wrong. He was overwhelmed, desperate in a way he hadn’t even thought possible. Every little thing felt so high stakes, like if he couldn’t have it right now, he’d never get it at all.
“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 dwindled and the euphoria set in, he stayed there, jaw aching and throat on fire because his Daddy hadn’t given him permission to stop.
When Enzo pulled him off, he dropped his head back to his thigh, sucking in panting breaths, head swimming and stomach swooping dangerously. Enzo pushed three fingers into his sloppy mouth. “You have no idea how badly I want to come right here,” he rasped.
His words knocked a whimper from behind Seven’s teeth. He sucked on Enzo’s fingers, cock twitching as he groaned above him.
“Fuck, look at how messy you are for me,” he murmured, fucking his fingers in and out in short, shallow thrusts.
When he pulled them free, Seven made a noise of complaint.
“You like nursing on my fingers that much, brat? I bet you’d love cock warming, huh? Would you like that? Just having my cock on your tongue for hours.” The wanton moan that escaped had his ears burning. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. A sub through and through.”
Seven’s brain had switched off, his head empty and his body aching for more. Enzo stood suddenly, pulling Seven to his feet, gripping him around the waist when his knees buckled. “Easy.”
When he could stand on his own two feet, Enzo’s hand found the button on his jeans. Seven watched, floating on the ceiling as Enzo stripped away the last of his clothes, his cock springing free, wet and messy.
“Fuck, even your cock is pretty,” Enzo said. “So wet for me.”
When he wrapped his hand around him and squeezed, Seven’s knees threatened to give out once more. “Please…” he said.
“What are you begging for, pretty boy? Tell me.”
Seven shook his head helplessly. “I don’t know,” he said, tears gathering in his eyes. “Just…help me. It hurts.”
“Shh,” Enzo soothed. Seven gasped as Enzo’s hands closed around his thighs, sweeping him off his feet, giving him no choice but to wrap his limbs around him or risk falling. “I got you, brat. I won’t let you fall.”
Seven’s chest was going to explode. Enzo had reduced him to this desperate, needy creature who would do anything to get more.
He didn’t know if he kissed Enzo or Enzo kissed him, but when their mouths clashed, it was Enzo who fed Seven his tongue, exploring roughly as he walked them up the stairs like it was something he’d done a thousand times before.