2. Enzo #3
Seven’s cheeks darkened, and he shrugged, dragging his gaze to Enzo’s with effort. “I don’t know,” he said, almost under his breath.
He remembered to look Enzo in the eye when he answered him. God, he was going to be so good for him. His perfect boy.
Enzo’s hands slipped behind Seven’s knees. “Oh, now, I don’t think that’s true.” One hard tug had his legs giving out, forcing him to drop onto Enzo’s thighs. “I think you knew exactly what you wanted. I think you were hoping for a repeat of that night we spent together.”
“What difference does it make? Clearly, you weren’t,” Seven sulked, staring at Enzo’s butter yellow tie like it held the secrets of the universe. “So, I don’t know why I’m here.”
Enzo gently gripped his chin, forcing him to look at him. “You’re here because I invited you to lunch. You don’t want to have lunch with me?”
“But why?” Seven asked, his confusion obvious.
“Because I reward good behavior.”
Seven blinked rapidly. “I… What does that even mean?” he asked, breathless.
Enzo shrugged, letting his thumb trace Seven’s full bottom lip, fascinated with the way he melted at the touch. “I suppose that depends on you.”
“How?” he asked, pupils already blown.
Enzo ghosted his fingertips over the boy’s cheek, watching the way his eyelids fluttered. “We’ll discuss that at lunch.”
Seven slow-blinked at him. “Okay.”
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” Enzo said, gripping the boy’s ass and yanking him higher into his lap before returning his hand to his cheek. He sucked in a startled breath, clutching at Enzo’s shoulders.
“Am not,” Seven muttered.
Enzo chuckled, fascinated by the way Seven allowed him to continue caressing his face, lids heavy, lips parted, half-hard in his too tight pants.
He was so sensitive. He’d been sensitive that night, too, whimpering beneath Enzo at the slightest touch.
Hard to believe the kid was a stone-cold killer with the way he was trembling in his arms.
“You call every man you meet Daddy, huh?” Enzo recalled, dragging down his bottom lip, then letting it go with a little pop.
“Only the hot ones,” Seven murmured, pink tongue darting out to lick over the spot Enzo had just touched.
“Well, from now on, Daddy is an honorific you earn. You can just call me ‘sir’ for now.”
“You didn’t mind it when we hooked up,” Seven said, shoulders stiffening and jaw tight. “Besides, who says I want to call you anything at all?”
Enzo studied his face, noting how Seven made no attempt to leave his lap.
“Open your mouth for me, brat,” he crooned, keeping his voice low and warm.
Seven glared at him for a solid thirty seconds before parting his lips. Enzo held his gaze as he pushed two fingers past his lips, running them along his tongue, over his molars, exploring with the same thoroughness as a dentist, waiting to see how much the boy would tolerate before he snapped.
He surprised him by sitting obediently in Enzo’s lap as he pushed on his tongue, forcing his fingers deep enough to trigger the boy’s gag reflex, though he tried to hide the way his throat convulsed.
Enzo filed that away for later, trying not to think about how he’d begged to choke on his cock.
He continued to keep his mouth pried open even as saliva dripped down his chin, Enzo’s dick twitching when the boy made no move to wipe it away.
“Good boy,” Enzo praised, hooking his fingers behind his bottom teeth to drag him closer, running the flat of his tongue over his messy chin. Seven jerked his head away as Enzo removed his fingers from his mouth, wiping them on his pants.
“Don’t call me that,” Seven snapped, green eyes flashing. “Calling me ‘good boy’ is something you earn.”
“Touché,” Enzo said, studying his face, enjoying the back and forth a little too much. “But you want to be good for me, don’t you? You tried so hard to be good for me that night.”
Seven shrugged, watching Enzo with his bottom lip clamped between his teeth.
Enzo tugged his lip free. “When I ask you a question, I expect a verbal response. Remember?”
“Why should I care what you expect?” Seven shot back.
“You could just go,” Enzo said with a shrug. “That’s fine, too. But then you wouldn’t hear my proposal.”
Seven stayed where he was, but he pouted about it.
God, he was cute.
Enzo grinned. “Good boy,” he said mockingly, just to make him mad.
Seven didn’t correct him, instead huffing out a breath through his nose, looking so gorgeous Enzo wanted to cancel lunch and teach him all about cock-warming. Seven would love it. He’d looked so peaceful that night, his head resting on Enzo’s thigh as he stroked his cheek.
“When I ask a question, I expect a verbal answer so there’s no miscommunication. Understand?”
“Yes,” Seven said, sulky.
“Yes, what?” Enzo asked quietly, raising a brow.
Seven rolled his eyes. “Yes, sir.”
Enzo gripped the boy by his sweater, reeling him in. When he was a breath away, he said, “I really thought you’d be harder to train.”
“Train?” Seven mumbled. “Like a dog?”
“Like Daddy’s good boy,” Enzo corrected. “You’re already being so good for me.”
“Maybe I’m just humoring you?” Seven shot back.
Enzo couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped. “Is that so?”
Seven shrugged. “Yeah. Maybe I just want to hear your ‘proposal,’” he said, curling his fingers around the last word.
Enzo stood, taking Seven with him, forcing him to stand. Once on his feet, he crowded him against the desk, planting a hand on either side of him, trapping him there. “Don’t pretend you aren’t loving this,” he taunted softly against his ear.
Seven shoved at his chest weakly, his palms staying firmly on his pecs. “Don’t pretend you know what I love.”
Enzo didn’t budge, cupping Seven’s face and tilting his head up. “I thought you wanted a Daddy?” he mocked.
“I told you, I call lots of men Daddy. I was just hoping to get laid again,” Seven said, sounding like he didn’t believe his words either. “I forgot how much work you are.”
Enzo stepped between Seven’s open legs, forcing him to rest his ass on the desk, letting his thigh press against his half-hard cock.
He wrapped his hand around the back of Seven’s neck, tilting his head so he could press the words right into his ear.
“You were just looking to get laid again? Should I cancel our lunch plans and let you ride my dick in my office chair? You’d look so pretty on top.
” He flexed his thigh, earning a choked moan from the boy.
“Or do you wanna turn around so I can bend you over my desk?”
Seven’s gaze grew unfocused once more, his hands fisting into Enzo’s shirt as he ground himself against Enzo’s leg, looking for some friction. He was breathing heavily now.
Enzo pushed a little more. “If you want quick and dirty, I can do that for you. I just thought you were looking for something more. Something that could benefit us both.”
“Like what?” Seven managed, eyes locked on Enzo’s lips.
Enzo grinned, pressing a long chaste kiss to the boy’s soft cheek. “We can discuss that at lunch. Unless you want to go the other route. There’s lube and condoms in my bag.”
Seven was hard, his whole body trembling as he seemed to fight with himself. After what felt like an eternity, Seven pushed against him once more, sighing with relief when Enzo took a step back before saying, “Where are we eating? I’m starving.”