Chapter 10 Enzo #2
Enzo took his time, enjoying the happy little sighs Seven gave every time he touched him just right.
When he finished his hair, he dropped the rag and began to dig his thumbs into the tense muscles of his shoulders.
That was a mistake. Almost immediately, Seven began to moan in a way that had Enzo praying to every saint he could think of to please get him through this.
Who was the patron saint of horniness again?
It wasn’t Enzo’s fault. Seven was in his home, in his space, using his things… This was what he’d wanted for months. It was making him more than a little worked up.
But now that Enzo had him there…how did he make him want to stay?
When the water started to cool, Enzo pulled the plug, then helped Seven stand, burritoing him in his fluffiest towel. He walked him into the bedroom, arms around him from behind, keeping the younger boy’s arms trapped within until he could have him sit on the edge of the bed.
Enzo went to his bottom drawer where he kept all his oldest shirts, grabbing the gray one with the navy writing that was fading in some places.
He also snagged a pair of boxers, though they’d probably sit a little low.
Enzo helped him dress, smiling when Seven pulled the shirt away from him to read it upside-down.
“Of course, you’d be a member of the Order of the Barristers. Nepo baby,” Seven teased.
“Uh, my mom got you your current job, too. So, welcome to the crib, fellow nepo baby.”
“That’s not nepotism, that’s networking,” Seven countered, giving his first genuine smile in a while.
Enzo toweled off Seven’s hair, then grinned when it stood up all over the place, attempting to finger comb it into some semblance of a style. “I’m gonna take a super quick shower and then order us dinner. Is there anything you’re craving?”
Seven’s eyes lit up, but then his face fell. “Anything’s fine.”
“That’s not what I asked,” Enzo said, taking on a slightly more stern tone. Seven’s gaze snapped to his. It was so clear how much he liked Enzo’s “Daddy” voice. “Tell me what came to your mind that got you so excited. Was it me?”
“Your mom’s brown butter and sage tortellini and tiramisu,” Seven said, voice barely above a whisper.
Enzo shook his head. He’d made it sound like he was going to request some rare dish that had to be flown in from a foreign country. “Is that all? Done. I’ll call the restaurant.”
Seven frowned. “The tortellini isn’t on the menu.”
“So what?” Enzo said. “The chefs all know Ma’s recipes. I just need to make a phone call.”
When Enzo turned to retrieve his phone, Seven snagged his sleeve, eyes frantic as he shook his head. “No, don’t. I don’t want anyone going to any trouble for me.”
“Well, too bad. It’s not up to you tonight, now is it?” Enzo countered, arching a brow at him.
Seven opened his mouth, then closed it again, shoulders slumping. “Fine.”
Enzo swooped into Seven’s space, forcing him to lean back on his hands, caging him in. Seven crawled backwards up the mattress, eyes wide as Enzo stalked after him. When Seven had nowhere else to go, he dropped his head onto the pillows, gazing up at Enzo, who hovered over him on all fours.
“What was that, brat baby?” he murmured.
“I said, ‘Yes, Daddy,’” Seven muttered, his chest rising and falling quickly.
“Oh, good. My ears must have been playing tricks on me,” Enzo taunted. “Glad to see we’re both on the same page.”
“Are we?” Seven asked, his gaze dipping to Enzo’s lips then back again, slow and unsubtle.
Enzo grinned. “What do you want, baby?”
“Kiss…” Seven whispered, cheeks heating up.
He loved when Seven just melted into this soft, pliant creature for him. He was so soft, so pretty. Bratty Seven was amazing, but subby Seven turned Enzo’s heart inside out.
“What’s the magic word?” Enzo teased, slowly lowering to his forearms, his mouth hovering just over Seven’s.
Seven’s pink tongue licked over his lower lip, holding his gaze. “Please, Daddy?”
A slow smile spread across Enzo’s face. “Sure, baby.”
He placed two soft pecks at the corners of Seven’s mouth, then pulled back. “Like that?”
Seven narrowed his eyes at him, expression growing sullen.
“No?” Enzo asked. He dipped his head once more, capturing Seven’s pouty bottom lip between his own, sucking it gently before pulling back just enough to say, “How about that?”
Seven’s arms snaked around his neck, trying to yank him down. Enzo’s laugh was loud in the otherwise quiet space. He easily wrestled Seven back to the mattress, snagging his wrists and pinning his hands over his head. “You’re strong, pretty boy. But I’m stronger. By a lot,” Enzo murmured.
Seven turned his head away from Enzo, nose in the air and voice haughty. “I didn’t want to kiss you, anyway.”
Enzo nuzzled his face against Seven’s ear, kissing his lobe, then tracing the outer shell with his tongue, earning a broken breath from the boy beneath him. “I love when you’re feisty, but I love this more. All sweet and soft, letting me do whatever I want to you.”
“You’re lucky I’m too tired to fight you,” Seven said, his breaths coming a little faster now. “I’d be so bratty right now.”
Enzo chuckled. “Is that so?”
“Mm,” Seven said, still looking at the wall beside the bed.
“Look at me, brat.” Seven slowly turned his head to meet Enzo’s gaze, pupils blown. “Open your mouth.” Seven made a show of opening his lips the slightest bit. Enzo didn’t take the bait. “Wider.”
When he complied, Enzo captured his lips, licking into his mouth, soft and sweet. Seven expelled a breath through his nose, a tiny little whimper escaping. Enzo swallowed it down, settling in the cradle of Enzo’s thighs, grunting with approval when one of Seven’s legs hooked over his hip.
Enzo didn’t push for more. He wasn’t having sex with Seven when he was this emotionally raw, but there was nothing wrong with a little kissing. If anything, it would make him feel better. Kissing flooded the brain with happy hormones. And right now, Seven needed all the happiness he could get.
Enzo spent the next few minutes mapping the dips and grooves of the inside of Seven’s mouth, swallowing every needy sound that escaped before the other could hold it back. Every time Seven’s hips would rut upwards, Enzo would move away until he calmed down.
“I love kissing you,” Seven whispered against his lips, almost like he hadn’t meant to say it.
A low groan escaped before Enzo could stop it. “I love kissing you, too,” he said against his lips.
Their mouths found each other like magnets—every time they parted, they came back together, each new kiss a little hotter, a little dirtier, a bit more intense.
Seven’s tongue moved against Enzo’s in a way that had his cock starting to take notice no matter how vigilant he was about keeping this to just kissing.
He needed to stop this. He was still in his work clothes. He needed a shower, comfortable clothes. He needed to feed Seven. He released Seven’s wrists as he dragged himself away from the younger boy’s swollen lips, his heart giving a silly little stutter when Seven made a noise of complaint.
“Why are we stopping?” he pouted.
“Because I need to shower,” Enzo answered. “And we need to eat. I’ll order the food now. You just have to grab it from the delivery driver when the doorman sends him up. If I’m not out yet, you can start eating without me.”
Seven huffed, folding his arms over his chest, glowering at Enzo. “How long of a shower are you planning on taking, you diva? What does it matter? We’re not going anywhere.”
“You know, most guys like having a boyfriend who’s hygienic,” Enzo said, poking the tip of his nose.
He only realized what he was saying as the words were passing his lips. If he could have sucked them back in, he would have.
Seven looked stricken. “B-Boyfriend?”
Enzo closed his eyes and prayed for a black hole to open and release him from this mortal coil. “Well…I mean…” He could feel his face heating up. “Are we not there yet?”
Seven blinked up at him, his shock evident. “You tell me.”
Enzo searched his face, trying to guess what Seven’s reaction would be if he just…told the truth. “This is kind of a heavy conversation to have after the day you had.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have used the word boyfriend,” Seven retorted. “But you did, so…here we are.”
Fuck.
“Can we sit up for this, at least?” Enzo asked.
“Do we need to?” Seven countered. “Is it that hard to say that you want to be my boyfriend?”
Enzo heaved a heavy sigh. Was that what he thought? That he didn’t want that? “It’s hard for someone like me to…” He trailed off.
“To…” Seven prompted, giving him an expectant look.
“To say what’s going on in my head right now, because I don’t want to spook you.”
Seven huffed out a humorless laugh. “Spook me? By saying you want to be my boyfriend?”
“By saying I wanna be your husband,” he blurted.
Seven’s mouth fell open, his eyes widening almost comically. Enzo didn’t blame him. That was not at all what he’d meant to say. Wow, he was spectacularly bad at this. At all of this. In truth, his ex had dodged a bullet. Nobody should have to put up with his emotional whiplash.
Seven opened and closed his mouth several times, looking a bit like a fish out of water. Finally, he seemed to settle on a bewildered, “Since when have you wanted to ma—to do the thing you said…with me, I mean?”
Enzo dropped his head to Seven’s chest, hiding his face. He’d been right. Seven, wrapped in his scent, smelling like his soap, his shampoo, his detergent—it was too much. He pressed his cheek to Seven’s heart, feeling it gallop beneath him. “Can we just forget I said it? Like, as a favor?”
“That depends,” Seven answered, the sound rumbling against Enzo’s ear.
Enzo counted to ten before he said, “On what?”
“Did you…mean it?” Seven asked, his voice small.
Enzo once more pressed his face into Seven’s chest, words muffled as he asked, “Which answer is less likely to make you run screaming into the night?”