Chapter 17 Seven
“Are you ever going to let me walk upstairs myself?” Seven asked between kisses, voice slightly breathless, legs still wrapped around Enzo’s waist.
“I didn’t know it was so important to you,” Enzo teased, biting Seven’s lower lip and tugging before releasing it with a wet slap. “Worried I’m gonna drop you?”
Seven smiled, burying his face in Enzo’s neck, the smell of his cologne—sharp and woodsy—igniting something deep in his belly. “No, but I’m not weightless.”
“You’re not as big as you think you are, either,” Enzo said, voice low as he dipped his head to mouth at Seven’s throat.
“That’s mean,” Seven grumbled.
Enzo chuckled. “Why? I’m not little. Besides, I like that you’re smaller than me.
It makes you easy to throw around.” Seven huffed, but held his tongue as Enzo kissed his nose and cheek before pulling back, seemingly reluctant as he released him to set his feet on the floor. “You sure you want to do this?”
Seven stumbled over the question, hesitating for a beat too long. When Enzo’s brows knitted together, Seven rolled his eyes, defenses up.
“I’m starting to think you don’t want to do this,” he countered, his tone sullen.
“I thought you liked this kind of thing. You made a super huge deal out of it and tried to make me put it in writing that I would let you do this shit to me on the regular—enthusiastically, even.” When Enzo gave him a flat stare, Seven deflated, mumbling, “I’m just saying. ”
Enzo snatched Seven’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.
“You’re so fucking mouthy,” he said, all traces of his affable boyfriend—fiancé?
—disappearing in an instant. “It’s my job to take care of you.
It’s my only job, especially in this room.
And I don’t like that we haven’t taken the time to talk about limits, boundaries, aftercare.
The important stuff. Because someone keeps dodging my attempts at a conversation. ”
Seven huffed out a breath through his nose. He wasn’t dodging. Not really. But once they had a talk, Enzo would see how much of a novice he truly was.
Would Enzo refuse to ever play with him like he wanted?
Seven didn’t voice those worries, though. “I’ve been a little busy with the whole my-mom-going-to-jail thing.”
Enzo snorted. “It’s cute that you think I can’t tell when you lie to me. It’s also cute that you think I won’t punish you for it.”
Seven arched a brow, shrugging one shoulder. “I fucking hope so, ‘cause so far, you’re all show, no go.”
Enzo smirked. “You’re testing my patience. I’m trying to take this slow because you’re new to this, but you’re not making it easy.”
“If we were any slower, moss would literally start to grow on us,” Seven whined. “Why not tell me what you have planned and I’ll tell you if I consent or not? Win-Win?”
Enzo blinked, clearly caught off guard, like that was something that hadn’t occurred to him. “I…I can do that. But it doesn’t negate a later conversation.”
“Yeah, yeah, I hear you, counselor. Loud and clear.”
Enzo smirked at him. “I’ve heard of people calling their doms a lot of things, but counselor is new, even for me.”
“I mean, Nico calls Mal Bunny,” Seven said with a shrug. “So, it could be worse.”
Enzo blinked at him. “He… You’re kidding?”
Seven shook his head. “Nope. He never mentioned it?”
“Nope,” Enzo said. “Crazy.”
Seven waited patiently for Enzo to start explaining what it is he wanted to do to him. When the older man made no attempt to do so, Seven sighed in exasperation. “Well?”
Enzo’s hand closed around Seven’s neck, not squeezing, just holding him so he could study his face. “Maybe I should let you be in control, bossy,” he mused. “Is that what you want? Huh? Decide maybe you want to take the lead?”
God, no.
Seven couldn’t imagine anything he wanted less. He’d waited so long for this. But there was no way he would give Enzo the satisfaction of an easy victory. “If it gets you to fuck me faster, sure. Get on the bed,” Seven commanded, pointing to the mattress. “I’ll figure it out as I go.”
Enzo’s other hand slid into the hair at the nape of his neck, tightening until Seven hissed, forcing his gaze upwards. “Now, we both know that’s not what you want. Don’t we, brat?”
“Then give me what I want, Daddy,” he said defiantly. “Or I’ll assume you’ve changed your mind about wanting me as a sub.”
It was a little manipulative, but Enzo had made a point of telling him how he saw right through him.
They stared at each other for a solid minute before Enzo sighed, his hands loosening to cup Seven’s face, tipping it upwards to bring their lips together, tongue dipping inside to tease over his.
“Can I blindfold you?” he asked between kisses.
Seven’s breath hitched, and he nodded before letting out a whispered “Yes.”
Enzo’s responding groan went straight to Seven’s cock. “Can I restrain you? You’ll look so fucking pretty all tied up for me.”
Seven whimpered into his mouth. “Yes.”
“Can I spank you with something other than my hand?” Enzo asked, his kisses growing filthier by the second.
Seven nodded with another reedy whine. “Yes, please.”
“Fuck, I want you so bad,” Enzo said, almost like he wasn’t aware he’d said it out loud. “No matter how many times we do this, I can’t fucking get enough.”
Seven’s hands bunched into Enzo’s hoodie, keeping him close as if subconsciously worried he might change his mind. “Me, too,” he promised.
Enzo’s next kiss was all heat, no patience, making Seven’s toes curl before he pulled back to ask, “What do you say if you want to slow down?”
Seven had to fight to keep his brain online. “Yellow,” he panted, reeling him back in. There was nothing sweet about the way they feasted on each other.
“And if you want to stop?”
“Red.”
“Fuck.” Enzo gripped his shoulders and took a step back once again.
Seven whined when he couldn’t follow. Enzo didn’t release him.
“If I think you’ve reached your limits and you don’t safe word, I’ll do it for you, and I’ll make sure the next punishment you receive will be so miserable you’ll never lie to me again… about anything.”
Seven was already breathless and a little giddy. “You’ll punish me more severely for not telling you that your punishment is too severe?” he asked, a smile playing at his lips. “What kind of lawyer logic is that?”
“See, this is how I know you’re not experienced, smart mouth,” Enzo said, looking him in the eye. “Because you’ve yet to learn that there are ways to punish someone without ever causing them physical pain. Without touching them at all, actually.”
A shiver ran over Seven. “Like…what?” he asked, expression dubious.
Enzo shrugged. “Making you kneel in the corner. Making you write lines. Making you recite case law for hours on end. Making you stand in front of the mirror and tell me ten things you love about yourself.”
Seven’s mouth fell open at the last one, heat rushing through him until he was certain he would start sweating. “You wouldn’t dare,” he gasped.
“Wouldn’t I, though?” Enzo asked, his smirk borderline diabolical. “I would find that one especially effective.”
“Why’s that?” Seven mumbled.
Enzo tipped his chin up, looking him in the eye as he verbally punched a hole in his chest. “Because I know how much you hate you and how much I love you.”
That was somehow both the sweetest and most sinister thing anyone had ever said to him.
Seven scoffed. “I—That’s—You can’t—” Finally, he crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll safe word. If you try to make me say nice things about myself, I’ll safe word so fast.”
Enzo shook his head like Seven was being ridiculous.
“Then I suggest you behave,” Enzo warned. “Or we’ll spend the rest of the night in front of the mirror while I list off every single thing I love about you. In painstaking detail, while you sit in silence.”
That sounded like hell on Earth.
“What do I get if I behave?” Seven asked, turning his back on Enzo.
“Are you trying to negotiate with me right now?” Enzo asked, his amusement obvious.
“I am a law student,” Seven reminded him.
Hands gripped his hips, dragging Seven back, letting him feel how hard Enzo was as he wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, crushing him against him. Seven hated how much he wanted to melt into it. Somehow, Enzo’s arms had become his safe space. And it was both exhilarating and terrifying.
“If you behave, you get the previously aforementioned spanking you were begging for and—eventually—my dick,” he purred in his ear. “And if you’re a good boy, I’ll take the blindfold off so you can watch me fuck you stupid. Though, I have a feeling that by then that will be a non-issue.”
Seven’s gaze darted to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner.
Fuck. He’d forgotten about that. Would he look pretty with Enzo buried inside him?
Seven tried not to let insecurity creep in and rob him of what he knew would be hot if he let go.
It was nothing Enzo hadn’t seen before. Well, twice before.
Had they only had sex twice? Seven wanted to know what they looked like together more than he worried that he’d feel too seen.
“Promise?” Seven finally asked, a little breathless.
Enzo tugged Seven’s earlobe with his teeth. “I don’t know. Do you promise to behave?”
“What…exactly does behaving entail…specifically?” Seven hedged.
Would behaving get him what he wanted? Or would Enzo think he didn’t need corrective measures?
“You really were meant to be a lawyer, baby. Never let anyone tell you otherwise,” Enzo said with a smile in his voice.
Seven shrugged. “I like to be clear on the terms and conditions.”
Enzo huffed out a breath against his neck, his hands sliding up under Seven’s shirt to tease his thumbs over the hardened peaks of his nipples. “Doing as you’re told. Can you do that?”
Seven moaned, leaning back against Enzo, pleasure tugging at something deep inside each time Enzo pinched the tender flesh between his fingers.