Chapter 16 Enzo
“You can just sit with me,” Seven said from his spot on the edge of the bed. “Thanks to your brothers and your black card, that chair is big enough to fit you, me, and several of our closest friends.”
Enzo stepped between Seven’s open legs, pinching his nose gently. “I don’t have any friends, just too many siblings.” When Seven gave him a flat stare, he grinned. “I don’t want to get in the way of your gameplay.”
Seven snorted, leaning back on his palms to rake his gaze over Enzo’s naked form, sounding almost distracted as he murmured, “You’ve clearly never watched us play before. Nobody takes it seriously. That’s the whole reason people tune in. We’re objectively bad at it.”
“Won’t your friends give you shit if I’m there?” Enzo asked.
Seven sighed, sitting up once more, his hands landing on Enzo’s thick thighs, fingers squeezing. “They’re gonna give me shit regardless,” he said, distracted, his thumbs tracing the grooves of Enzo’s hip bones. “They might actually be better behaved if they see you’re sitting with me.”
Enzo’s brow went up, but he said nothing, watching as Seven explored his torso, like he was committing it to memory.
“Whatcha doing, brat?” Enzo asked.
In response, Seven pitched forward, running the flat of his tongue over Enzo’s lower abdomen, stopping just short of his belly button.
His cock twitched, the blood rushing south at the close proximity of Seven’s lips.
Seven sank his teeth into Enzo’s side, dragging a groan from him.
Fuck. The things he dreamed of doing to this boy were not only morally questionable, they were borderline illegal.
After watching him choke on his cock, tears and spit running down his face, all Enzo wanted to do was push him to his limits.
He threaded his fingers in Seven’s dark hair, tugging his head up, forcing him to meet his gaze. “I asked you a question,” he said, voice stern.
Seven’s eyes were hazy and his mouth slack as he stared up at Enzo, his breaths coming faster.
He was locked in, completely enraptured.
It would be so easy to slip him back into that headspace.
Seven really was just a natural-born submissive.
The slightest hint of pain, the slightest edge to Enzo’s voice and he went pliant.
It was so fucking hot. Seven was so fucking hot.
When he didn’t answer, Enzo snapped his fingers, startling him from his stupor.
Seven blinked rapidly, then sat up a little straighter.
He gripped Enzo’s ass appreciatively, still sounding slightly dazed as he said, “You can’t just stand here totally naked and not expect me to want you, Daddy. That’s just crazy.”
Enzo released his hair to cup his face, watching Seven melt into his touch with fascination.
He was so good for him. Enzo wanted to push him a little.
He wanted to explore just how deep Seven’s submission went, how compliant he could be.
He wanted to take him right to the edge of his limits, wherever those might lie.
But they still had a few things to talk about.
“Your friends are expecting you on camera in ten minutes,” Enzo murmured. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” The near diabolical expression on Seven’s face had Enzo raising a brow. “Unless, of course, you want your friends to watch me bend you over that nice new desk.”
Seven’s breath caught, his eyes all pupil. “Promise, Daddy?”
Seven had no idea just how hard it was for Enzo to keep this part of himself under wraps.
They’d played together the first night they met and he’d put him on his knees more than once.
But that was just training wheels. He wanted to do this right.
He wanted to have a talk, discuss limits…
put things in writing. He wanted to do at least this part the right way.
But when Seven looked at him like that, he wanted nothing more than to break him down.
He looked so pretty all fucked out like this.
“Behave,” Enzo chastised, tracing Seven’s bottom lip with his thumb.
Seven slow-blinked at him. “And if I don’t?”
This was why Enzo had such a hard time being careful with Seven; the boy was screaming for Enzo to punish him.
And the logical part of him knew Seven believed him when he said they were more than just sex, but the emotional part feared that punishing Seven the way he wanted might have him doubting Enzo’s true feelings again.
Still, those fears wouldn’t keep Enzo’s true nature at bay forever, especially not with a brat like Seven. “You’re just begging for it, huh?”
“Starting to think you’re all talk…Daddy,” Seven huffed, digging his nails into the meat of Enzo’s thighs and dragging down until he hissed in pain.
“Keep it up,” Enzo warned softly, caressing Seven’s cheeks once more. “We’ll see who’s laughing when it’s over.”
Seven sighed, dropping his hands into his lap. “Promises, promises.”
Enzo shook his head with an eye-roll. “Be a good boy and maybe when your game is over, I’ll give you what you’re so clearly desperate for.”
Seven wrapped his arms around Enzo’s torso, resting his chin on Enzo’s belly to look up at him. “Really?”
“If you want me to punish you, who am I to say no?” Enzo asked. “But we’re going to have a talk about limits and put some things on paper first.”
Seven snorted. “Is this a lawyer thing? Does everything have to be a contract with you?”
“Ha-ha,” Enzo said flatly. “I just don’t like ambiguity. That is what leads to accidents and hurt feelings. If you want me to hurt you, we’re going to do it my way. That’s non-negotiable. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Seven said with a sigh.
Enzo dragged Seven to his feet, dropping a kiss on his pouty lips before going to his drawer and retrieving a pair of athletic shorts, tugging them on while Seven watched with unbridled interest. Enzo smirked at him. “You keep looking at me like that and you’re never gonna make it to your game.”
“Oh, no. That would be terrible,” Seven deadpanned, crossing the room to wrap his arms around Enzo from behind. “Put a shirt on. I don’t want anyone seeing this slutty little waist.”
Enzo chuckled, shivering when Seven pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. “You like my waist, huh?”
“It’s okay,” Seven said, as if bored. “But I know those thirsty bitches online will be feasting on you. Cover up.”
“Well, if I have to cover up, so do you. You think I want you out there with bare arms? Put on a hoodie or something before I put you in a turtleneck.”
Seven released him, then went to Enzo’s closet, fishing around inside until he found Enzo’s old college hoodie, pulling it over his head. “Better?”
Enzo closed the distance between them in three steps, sliding his hands under Seven’s thighs and lifting him off his feet.
Seven yelped, his arms going around Enzo’s neck just as he crashed their mouths together.
He swallowed Seven’s helpless sound, licking into his mouth.
Seven clung to him even as Enzo dropped him onto the mattress and followed him down, his hips slotting between Seven’s thighs.
“How am I supposed to keep my hands off you when you look so fucking hot in my clothes?” Enzo growled. “I shouldn’t have taken you shopping. I should’ve just made you stay in my clothes all the time.”
Seven moaned into his mouth, rubbing his half-hard cock against Enzo’s when he wrapped his legs around his waist. When Enzo rolled his hips, they both groaned.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” Seven whispered against his lips. “Just fuck me. Or punish me. Do both. I don’t even care about the game anymore. I just want you inside me.”
“You’re a demon,” Enzo said, still grinding against him without thought.
He couldn’t help himself. The sensation had heat pooling in his limbs, his eyes rolling behind his lids.
Enzo lost all control around Seven. It was a problem. Would the need to touch him, kiss him, fuck him ever fade? He hoped not. He couldn’t imagine ever not wanting this.
He dragged his lips from Seven’s, kissing along his jaw, then down his neck. Seven made another low, throaty sound, tilting his head to give Enzo more access with a sigh that sounded almost relieved.
The blasting of an alarm had them both wrenching away from each other guiltily. Enzo’s heart raced as he looked for the offending sound before realizing it was Seven’s phone on the nightstand.
“What the hell is that?” Enzo asked.
Seven grimaced. “It’s the find-my-phone notification.”
“Is your phone lost?”
“No, but we keep the feature on each other’s phones just in case. Mostly, we just use it to harass each other…like now. If I don’t sign online soon, they’re going to keep blowing up my phone until I do.”
“Clever,” Enzo said, getting to his feet. “Go boot up your new spaceship. I’m gonna throw something on. Be there soon.”
Seven let Enzo help him up, making another grumpy sound when he swatted his ass on the way past. Enzo shoved his arms into a zip-front hoodie but didn’t bother to close it.
Despite the invite, he wouldn’t be making an appearance on camera.
He had work to do. He was content just sharing the office with Seven while he played.
By the time he’d made it downstairs, Seven had his system up and running. He really did look like he was manning some kind of alien craft, the green panel lights reacting to whatever was happening on screen. When he saw Enzo, he beamed at him like they hadn’t just spent the entire day together.
He walked around the desk, tipping Seven’s head up. “You sure you’re good? That was a pretty intense thank you gift.”
“I’m fine. Really. I won’t be belting out any power ballads in the shower, but that’s not really my thing, is it?” he asked, brow arching, a knowing smile on his face.
Enzo scoffed. “I won’t be shamed. I have an amazing singing voice. My mom said so.”
Seven pulled Enzo down, biting his lip. “It is pretty sexy. Even if I don’t understand half of what you’re singing.”