Chapter 16 Enzo #3
Mal snorted, then muttered, “Smooth.”
“I don’t want to hear shit from you,” Seven said, pointing a finger at Nico. “Not after the amount of times I’ve walked in on your freaky little sex games. If the world knew just how fucking weird you two are…” He trailed off, shaking his head.
“Really?” Ever said, sounding breathless. “You’re so lucky.”
“You don’t have to voice every pervy thought you have, besenok,” Arsen said, dropping a kiss to the top of the boy’s head. “Save it for Joystick.”
Ever beamed.
“Can’t believe you and angelface over there are porn stars now,” Nico crowed.
“We are not. We just sometimes prefer to game with fewer…restrictions,” Arsen countered.
“Porn stars?” Enzo whispered in Seven’s ear.
That was news to him.
“Yeah,” Seven said quietly, lips twitching up at the corners. “They like to stream on an app that’s kind of like OnlyFans and Twitch had a baby. Ever doesn’t look like it, but he’s quite the little slut.”
Ever giggled at that.
Enzo frowned, trying to imagine how those two very separate interests went hand in hand. “What the hell does one do on a platform like that?”
“Well, if you’re those two whores, you game naked and sometimes blow your boyfriend while he plays Stardew Valley,” Nico said.
“Wait, doesn’t Shiloh also play Stardew Valley with Ever?” Lake asked. “Does that mean Shiloh is on Joystick, too? Are they on Joystick together?”
He made a shocked face, then smirked, driving a sword through the spectral king.
gaybydragonborn: The amount of money I would pay to watch Shiloh and Ever roleplay some of the pervy storylines in Stardew Valley fanfics.
NobodyUKnow: They’d be so fucking hot together
enemies_to_lovers: There’s no way they’ve never fooled around. Look at them. The money they’d make on OF or even Joystick would be insane.
mod_PettyinPlateMail: Shut up and take my money
The look on Lake’s face told Enzo he knew full well that Shiloh was not on Joystick, but that didn’t stop Levi from narrowing his eyes at the camera. “Don’t be a dick.”
Shiloh looked at Ever with interest. “We never thought of that before.”
Ever’s smile was downright diabolical. He looked back at Arsen, blinking up at him with wide eyes. Arsen grinned down at the boy with love bleeding from his gaze.
“So, you’re saying I can’t make out with Ever for money?” Shiloh asked innocently.
“Baby, you can do whatever you want,” Levi said. “You know that. I mean, we can add it to the bucket list…as long as Arsen doesn’t mind.”
Arsen just shrugged. “Whatever my baby wants.”
“Look at them. They have no shame,” Nico teased, leaning back against Mal.
“Why should we have shame? We’re hot and people pay us to fuck each other. What is the problem?” Arsen asked. “I’m mechanic. He works in bookstore. It’s not like our jobs can’t handle the potential scandal.”
“The money we make streaming is gonna get us a house someday. A real one,” Ever said wistfully, then his face collapsed as he looked up at Arsen. “Not that I don’t like our apartment now.”
“How did this go from us making fun of Seven to discussing Arsen and angelface’s sex life?” Mal asked. “And dragging my brother into it.”
mod_PettyinPlateMail: I always forget they’re brothers.
“We can multitask,” Levi muttered.
On screen, Nico swung a greataxe at one of the hounds. “I heard his mic alone cost, like, three hundred bucks. Did you really need that? Like, what are you gonna do, ASMR your quest logs?”
Seven gave him the finger. “It was a surprise, asshole. I didn’t custom make this myself.”
“No, your sugar daddy just handed over his black card to his brothers and let them build you my dream system,” Levi crowed. “Like…what the fuck? That’s Mulvaney money right there.”
“I’m hardly a billionaire,” Enzo said around a soft chuckle. “But…he’s worth it.”
One of Seven’s arrows went rogue at Enzo’s comment. He whipped around to stare at him. Enzo smiled, but his eyes were on the chat.
gaybydragonborn: He doesn’t even talk loud and I STILL hear him in my ovaries.
bruisedbutblessed: Who gave this man permission to breathe near a mic? I’m ovulating through my kneecaps.
mod_PettyinPlateMail: Mods are down bad. There are no survivors.
enemies_to_lovers: OH MY GOD! MARRY HIM ALREADY
toadstoolwitchery: Enzo is my dream boyfriend. Tell the truth. He’s not real. He’s some kind of AI deepfake. Nobody looks like that and has money and is that generous.
“He’s real,” Seven said smugly. “Fucks like a stallion, too.”
Enzo choked on his own spit, causing the others to laugh.
NobodyUKnow: Wait. I went to grab a snack. What’d I miss?
enemies_to_lovers: Seven’s sugar daddy bought him a new PC and knows how to fuck too.
NobodyUKnow: So your sugar daddy pays for your ass in computer parts?
“My boyfriend bought me a computer because he loves me. The ass I gave him for free,” Seven said.
Enzo barked out a surprised laugh. This generation had literally no shame.
They just said whatever they wanted whenever they wanted.
But given the way the tips were pouring in, apparently people were willing to pay for their candor.
If this was what they made just streaming a game they were only half-playing, Enzo couldn’t begin to imagine what Arsen and Ever made by gaming without restrictions.
“Did it show up in packaging that smelled like money?” Nico asked.
“My ass?” Seven shot back. “Today, it showed up wrapped in couture, so…technically, yes.”
Nico rolled his eyes. “I meant the computer, you dick.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Seven said, tone smug. “It was already set up when I got home. And, as previously stated, I showed the appropriate level of gratitude. Right, Daddy?”
Enzo smirked. “Enthusiastically.”
NobodyUKnow: Did he just call him Daddy? Like…in front of the whole of Beyonce’s internet?
“Fuck!” Seven shouted as the ghost’s form reconstituted with a roar, swinging his sword at Seven’s character. Arsen dove in, shield raised just in time.
“Shielding your delicate ranger again. What a surprise,” Lake said.
Seven cackled. “That’s because I’m fragile and precious and also our highest DPS.”
“Oh, my God…” Ever gasped, eyes going adorably wide, like a woodland creature. “Does this make Enzo Ser Thalos?”
Seven blushed, cheeks darkening adorably. “Shut up.”
But it was clear by the suddenly predatory looks that appeared on Seven’s friends’ faces that there was no shot of that happening.
“Holy shit. Ser Thalos is older, battle-scarred, rich…tsundere. Seven went and found himself a real life Ser Thalos,” Shiloh said. “That’s so fucking cute I could vomit rainbows.”
Ever’s eyes lit up. “You should get Enzo to play as Ser Thalos, and then you two could get married in game.”
“We could stream it!” Shiloh added.
“Matching in-game wedding armor would be so epically cute,” Ever squealed.
“Oh, my God,” Seven cried. “That’s not a thing.”
rainbowd20s: IT IS NOW. MODS, CLIP THAT.
“When you guys get married, we should do a Paladin-themed wedding,” Nico said. “Maybe the cast will hear about it and we can finally all meet them?”
“You do a Paladin-themed wedding if you want one so badly,” Seven shot back.
“You don’t want me to be your Ser Thalos?” Enzo asked, hurt leaching into his voice, knowing full well the mic would pick it up.
“I didn’t say that…” Seven muttered.
“So, you do?” Ever asked, perking up. “Want him to be your Ser Thalos?”
“You know what?” Seven said, exasperated. “I’m…signing off.”
Seven signed off even as his friends protested. Once offline, Seven stood just long enough to turn around, then crawled back onto Enzo’s lap, collapsing onto him. Enzo peeked under Seven’s arm as the boy settled. “Your camera is still on.”
Seven ignored him. “I can’t believe you let them tease me like that.” He pouted, his lips already gliding up Enzo’s neck as he slowly rolled his hips.
Enzo’s breath punched from him, his cock hardening rapidly, pleasure lapping at him like waves.
He watched them on the monitor, his hands sliding down into Seven’s joggers to cup his ass, squeezing softly. “Don’t pout.”
“You practically gave them the greenlight to a Paladin-themed wedding,” Seven said against Enzo’s ear before biting down on it hard enough to make Enzo grunt.
Enzo rolled his eyes. “Baby, your friends are pushy, but they’re literally no match for our mothers. If you think those women are going to agree to us getting married wearing cheap plastic battle armor, you’re crazy.”
Seven sagged in his arms. “Oh, yeah. Good point.”
Enzo smirked as Seven’s hand wormed its way between their bodies, cupping Enzo through his thin shorts. “Whacha doing there?”
Seven met his gaze, pupils already blown and lips slick with spit. “Hoping you’ll put this inside me, Daddy.” Enzo’s cock kicked against his palm, dragging a surprised giggle from Seven. “Guess you like that idea, huh?”
Enzo let his finger dip between the globes of Seven’s ass, teasing a finger over his rim. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”
Seven shrugged, pulling back to give him another pouty look. “I don’t know. You still won’t spank me and you know how much I want that, too.”
God, if only his friends could see what a bratty little thing he was when he wanted something. Then they’d all understand why Enzo was so fucking whipped.
“Do I need to start spanking you every night just to remind you who’s in charge? Is that what you want?”
“Mal does it for Nico,” Seven said, blushing. “He says it helps…reset his system.”
“Yeah?” Enzo asked, freeing a hand to close it around Seven’s throat, not squeezing, just holding him in place. “Is that what you need, baby? A hard reset?”
It was a testament to how far gone Seven was that he didn’t have a sarcastic comeback at the ready, just a needy nod. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Daddy?”