Chapter 12 #3
Seven was already panting beneath him, his fingers fisting the pillow.
Enzo released his wrists to gather him into his arms, holding him tight as he fucked into him lazily.
If he went any faster, he was going to embarrass himself by coming on the spot.
He’d fucked a lot of people, but none had ever felt like this.
It was like he couldn’t bury himself deep enough.
He wanted to fuse their bodies together.
“Daddy,” Seven moaned. “Harder. Please…”
How was he supposed to refuse when he begged so sweetly? Enzo gripped Seven’s shoulders from beneath, holding him in place as he snapped his hips, driving into him with precision, giving him only what he’d asked for, keeping his tempo the same.
They were both sweating now, Enzo’s body slipping over Seven’s each time he thrust forward. Seven was restless beneath him, making these desperate little sounds that had Enzo increasing his pace without thought.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he told him, tongue loosening as pleasure swelled within him. “Wanna spend the rest of my life buried inside you. Wanna fuck you forever.”
Seven whined. “Wanna come. Please, Daddy.”
“You’ll come when I say,” he growled, but still sat back on his knees, pulling Seven’s hips up just long enough to stuff a pillow beneath them, giving him something to grind on.
His hips instantly started to move. “Look at you. Humping Daddy’s pillow like a desperate little whore. Are you that needy, slut?”
Enzo pushed one of Seven’s legs up, changing the angle, making Seven sob with every sling of his hips. He kept trying to talk but couldn’t seem to get the words out, only releasing little punched-out cries.
“What’s wrong, princess?” Enzo crooned into his ear, slowing down his thrusts to pump lazily into him once more. “You wanna stop?” Seven wailed at that. Enzo chuckled. “Yeah, didn’t think so.”
When he picked up speed once more, Seven was full on crying, drool soaking into Enzo’s pillow as he babbled, “Please…please…please… I can’t… I, oh, God…”
“There it is,” Enzo taunted softly. “I love it when you fall apart. You can’t even think when I’m inside you, can you? Cock dumb and desperate.”
Seven cried out once more, completely fucked out, jaw slack, eyes at half-mast.
“Use your words, brat,” Enzo threatened. “Use your words or I’ll stop.”
Seven gave another cry. “Wan-Wanna come. Please. Please, Daddy. Need it,” he managed. “I’ve been good. I’m good. I’m good.”
Fuck, Enzo was so close. A heavy pull tightened his gut. He couldn’t stop himself from chasing his own release, eyes rolling as he fucked him harder, deeper. “You’ll come when I’m done with you.”
Enzo was going fucking crazy. The filthy squelch of lube and the slap of skin on skin was almost as hot as the heat surrounding his pulsing cock. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Seven felt so fucking good.
“Please…” Seven tried again, voice cracking.
“Look at you, wrecked and still begging,” Enzo said through gritted teeth as he rode that wave of arousal, closer and closer to crashing over the edge.
“Fuck, baby. Gonna make me come. You feel too fucking good. That tight fucking hole is just milking my cock. Gonna fill you up, fuck you so full you’ll feel me inside you all day.
Gonna mark you from the inside so everyone knows who you belong to. ”
Seven cried out beneath him, his body clenching down on Enzo’s, making him groan.
His hands gripped Seven’s hips, slowing to let the boy ride out his orgasm before picking up the pace once more. “Did you come untouched? Such a sensitive little thing. Hope it was worth the punishment you’re gonna get for disobeying Daddy.”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” Seven slurred, his body going limp beneath him. “Felt s’good.”
“Well, now, you’re just going to have to lie there and suffer while I use you as my own personal fuck toy.” Seven moaned. “Of course, you like that, you dirty little slut. Wanna be Daddy’s cocksleeve? His fleshlight? Want Daddy to use your greedy hole and breed you nice and deep?”
Seven was making these little whimpering sounds, almost like a wounded animal. Enzo could feel the boy’s thighs shaking and knew he was overstimulated to the point of pain, but he wasn’t stopping. He couldn’t. “You can take it. Daddy’s so close. Just a little more.”
Enzo’s orgasm crashed into him like a tidal wave, sucking him under and dragging him down, the pleasure so intense he saw stars bursting behind his eyelids. His hips continued to grind against Seven’s ass as he emptied himself as deep as he could get.
He used his last brain cell to pull the soiled pillow from beneath Seven’s hips, tossing it to the floor, before he collapsed on top of him, flattening them both into the mattress, panting hard against Seven’s neck.
He gathered him against him, hugging him close. “You okay, brat baby?” he asked when he could form words once more.
“I’m gonna need one of those donut cushions to sit on all day at work,” Seven said around a huge yawn. “But it was totally worth it.”
“I should pull out,” Enzo said, shifting slightly.
“No, don’t,” Seven blurted, face flushing, the tip of his ear turning bright red. “I…I like just having you inside me like this.”
Enzo’s cock twitched inside him. If he could have gotten hard again, he would have. “Yeah?” Seven nodded, but didn’t explain further. “I knew you’d be into cockwarming.”
“Don’t make fun of me,” Seven whispered.
“Make fun of you? It’s the hottest fucking thing in the world. You’re the hottest thing in the world. I can’t get enough of you. You have to know that.”
“Really?” Seven asked.
Enzo nuzzled his throat. “Really, really.”
Seven was quiet for a few minutes, then asked, “If I said I love you right now, would it be super cringey?”
Enzo’s heart somersaulted in his chest, his breath hitching as he tried to compose himself, a little overwhelmed by how much he felt for him. “Maybe? But I’m a really big fan of cringe. Maybe the biggest. You’ve seen the movies I watch.”
He felt Seven laugh beneath him more than he heard it.
They laid there as the sky lightened more and more, Enzo pressing kisses into Seven’s skin. He’d never felt so content lying in silence with another person before.
“Enzo?”
He pressed another lazy kiss between Seven’s shoulder blades. “Yeah?”
“If you hurt me again, I’ll carve out your heart and eat it in front of you while you bleed out,” he said with the same casualness one might reserve for discussing the weather.
Enzo didn’t take it personally. He kissed his ear softly. “I know, baby. I know.”
“Good,” Seven said. “Good,” he said again, like he was confirming something for himself.
“And just so we’re clear,” Enzo said. “I love you, too.”
“I know, Daddy,” Seven said. “I know.”