Chapter 12 #2
“Please, what?” Enzo asked, tone icy. “I told you to behave. Does this look like behaving to you? Grinding on my sheets, getting them all dirty? Whining and begging? Complaining like a naughty brat when you don’t get what you want?”
When Seven looked back at him this time, his eyes were unfocused, the seaglass depths shiny with unshed tears. Enzo had never been so grateful he’d forgotten to shut off the lights downstairs. He would have missed this, Seven staring at him, already wrecked.
“‘m sorry, Daddy,” he slurred, looking two seconds from crying. “Just want you s’bad.”
Enzo locked eyes with him, addicted to the hungry way Seven’s eyes roamed Enzo’s body as he peeled his shirt over his head.
Seven’s top teeth sank into his plush bottom lip, his gaze following Enzo’s hands as they dropped to his shorts, pushing them out of the way.
When Enzo’s cock sprang free, Seven gave a low, needy whine, his hips rocking back.
Enzo forced himself to laugh, grabbing the lube and slicking his palm, then wrapping his fist around himself, stroking slowly. “This what you want, brat?”
Seven nodded eagerly, eyes closing like he didn’t dare keep looking.
God, he was fucking adorable.
Enzo’s eyes rolled in pleasure as he gave himself a couple of sharp tugs just to take the edge off, then pulled Seven’s hips back. His cock slotted perfectly between the globes of Seven’s ass. Enzo groaned, gripping him tight enough to bruise as he fucked between his cheeks.
Seven whined again, squirming as if he could somehow put Enzo’s cock where he wanted it most.
But Enzo wasn’t quite done playing with him. “I could just get myself off like this, you know. Just rub off against your pretty hole, maybe work you open with my fingers just enough to finish inside you,” he taunted, the perfect glide already making him breathless.
Seven’s breath caught. “D-Don’t be mean.”
Enzo caged him in with his body, forcing Seven’s hips back to the mattress as he rutted against him lazily.
“Mean?” he said, kissing between his shoulder blades.
“I want nothing more than to fuck your pretty hole. But someone won’t stop giving me orders.
” He let his cock catch on Seven’s rim, then skim past it.
“Seems like you’ve already forgotten who’s in charge. ”
Seven made another whiny noise that went straight to Enzo’s heavy cock. “But you said you’d fuck me awake,” he countered, petulant.
Enzo grinned against his throat, then lazily licked along the tendon there, biting sharply, before saying, “I did say that, didn’t I?”
“Yeah,” Seven retorted, tone sullen as he pushed back on Enzo, like he could somehow just accidentally make him slip inside the boy’s tight little entrance. “Instead, you just keep teasing me. I’ve been waiting for so long.”
“Aww,” Enzo mocked. “Has Daddy been neglecting his baby?”
Seven nodded. “You’re too mean.”
Enzo pretended to think about it. “I don’t know. I want to take my time, open you up nice and slow, but you’re being so impatient. You know how big Daddy is. You cried so much the first time I fucked you.”
Seven gave a full-body shudder at that. If Enzo didn’t fuck him soon, he might actually come just like this, rubbing off on Seven’s ass like a teenager.
“I’ll be good,” Seven promised. “I can be patient.”
“Can you?” Enzo asked. “I’m not so sure. You’ve always been a mouthy little brat who doesn’t know how to behave.”
“You like that about me, though,” Seven shot back cockily.
Enzo nipped his earlobe. “Do I?”
“Yeah,” Seven said before hesitantly adding, “Don’t you?”
Enzo’s heart tripped. He gripped Seven’s jaw, craning his head back enough to force him to meet his gaze. “You know I do.” He slanted their mouths together in a messy kiss, their first one of the morning. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like when you’re good for me, too. You wanna be good for Daddy, baby?”
“Will you fuck me if I’m good?” Seven countered, sounding a lot like he was negotiating.
Enzo chuckled. “Sassy boy. You be good and see what happens.”
“You promised,” Seven pouted.
Enzo pinched his side until he flinched. “Who’s in charge here?”
Seven huffed. “You, Daddy.”
“That’s right.” Enzo pressed sloppy kisses to Seven’s jaw, then his cheek. “That’s right. And I’ll play with my toy however I like.”
“Am I your toy?” Seven asked, the hope in his voice shattering Enzo just a little.
“Do you want to be?”
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 tongue inside, 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? Enzo tried 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.”
“Do I feel good, Daddy?” Seven asked, canting his hips, taking another inch.
“So fucking good. Your body knows what to do. Your tight little hole is just sucking me in. Fuck, baby. I can’t believe I’m finally back inside you.”
Seven whined at that, his body relaxing at Enzo’s words. “I’m good. I can take it all. I promise. Just…fuck me. Please, just fuck me.”
Enzo planted his knees, giving himself just enough leverage to bury himself fully.
Seven gasped, but Enzo couldn’t stifle his groan as he sank into the most perfect soft heat he’d ever known.
He bit down on the back of Seven’s neck as he pulled back, then rocked forward once more, testing to make sure Seven was truly relaxed enough to enjoy it.