Ranger - Jericho's Boys #4 - ch. 11 (Patreon)

This is just smut. I am not even sure if it's good smut. But it is what it is. Unedited/Unbeta'd.Enzo8 months, 3 weeks, 7 days and 6 hours since that nightWhen Enzo woke, the sky was just starting to change from indigo to a hazy navy blue. The only light in the room was spilling in from the living room chandelier, but it was enough. He smiled when he remembered that the bundle of warmth snugged up against him was Seven’s sleeping form. Enzo buried his face in the sleeping boy’s neck, inhaling the scent of him, earning a little whine that went straight to Enzo’s dick. He smelled like Enzo’s soap and a little bit of sweat. It made Enzo want to eat him alive and suck the juices off his fingers. He’d promised to fuck Seven awake. Enzo bit his lip at the thought of sliding into the tight clutch of his body again. It had been months since he’d been inside him. He’d woken up hard, but he throbbed just knowing everything he’d dreamed about for months was right there, playing his little spoon. He ran a hand up Seven’s thigh, marveling at the softness of his skin. When his fingertips slipped under the hem of his boxer shorts, Seven sighed, rubbing his ass against Enzo’s cock like it was instinct. “So eager for it, huh,” Enzo rasped against his ear. The cute little disgruntled noise he got in response had his heart catching. He abandoned Seven’s thigh to slip a hand under his t-shirt, teasing his thumb over one rapidly hardening nipple, pleased with Seven’s little shiver and the way Seven rolled back towards him, giving him more access to his chest. “You like when I touch you like this. Don’t you, brat?” Enzo asked, scraping a nail across the taut peak until it knocked another desperate little sound from Seven. “Such a slut for me even in your sleep. My good boy.” Seven gave another needy sound like somewhere his subconscious was eating up every word. He’d loved when Seven had talked to him like that last time, too. Seven loved degradation almost as much as he loved praise, the combination of both had left him with blown pupils, eyes hazy, his jaw slack, so deep in his subspace he would have done anything for Enzo. Enzo shifted behind him, rutting his cock against the boy’s ass. Fuck. He was edging himself. He kissed along the younger boy’s throat, then scraped his teeth along the tendon there, fingers moving from one nipple to the other, just lazily playing with him, listening to the way his breaths came a little faster, the way he’d whimper in the back of his throat whenever Enzo pinched instead of caressed, when he tugged instead of teased. He dipped his head, pressing his tongue to the bud through the fabric, biting gently until Seven’s whole body jolted, his leg kicking out. Enzo groaned. “Yeah, you love that. Love letting me play with you like this,” he murmured, tempted to roll him onto his back so he could spend the morning watching him fall apart beneath him. But they had work. Enzo sighed, contemplating calling out. But he couldn’t. They had to figure out who was behind Seven’s mother’s charges. It was fine. He had the rest of their lives to learn all the ways he could wreck Seven. The thought did funny things to Enzo’s insides, stupid fluttery things that he’d never admit even under penalty of death. This boy had him so whipped. By the time he slid his hand down to the hem of Seven’s boxers—Enzo’s boxers—Seven was hard, his erection tenting the unforgiving fabric. Enzo squeezed him through the thin material, noting the damp spot, rubbing his thumb over it, feeling how wet he was already. Seven’s moan lit up his spine like the crack of a whip, making him rut against Seven’s ass as he tried to grind himself against Enzo’s hand. Enzo released him, burying his smile in Seven’s neck as he whined in complaint, hips thrusting against nothing, seemingly growing more frustrated by the second. Even in his sleep, Seven was so impatient. Seven made another cute little grumpy noise, when Enzo rolled to snag the lube from the inside of the bedside table. He dropped it between them, roughly yanking Seven’s boxers just under the swell of his ass, part of him hoping it would wake him and another part praying it wouldn’t. Seven’s breath hitched, his top leg falling forward, giving Enzo more room to explore, his body telling Enzo where he wanted to be touched most. Enzo ignored it, prolonging both their suffering just to keep dragging those sexy, sweet little noises from him. Instead, he pushed his t-shirt up, running his tongue along the knobs of Seven’s spine, before sinking his teeth into the back of his neck, jaw aching with the urge to draw blood. He wanted to mark him in some way, wanted the world to know he belonged only to him. It had taken Enzo months to earn back the trust he’d lost, months to get Seven back in his bed—back in his arms—back where he belonged. Now that he was there, Enzo was never letting him leave again. Ever. He didn’t care if he had to tie him to the mattress. His cock twitched at the thought. Seven tied up and helpless beneath him, having no choice but to let Enzo play with his perfect tight little body however he liked, for as long as he liked. Yeah. He’d spend hours worshipping him, tasting every part of him, working him over until he was trembling and shaking beneath him, begging for Enzo to just let him come. Enzo groaned again. He was already so sweet like this, so open and vulnerable. Tied up and begging? Enzo didn’t know if he could handle it. “Don t’stop,” Seven mumbled, voice sleep soaked and rumbly. “Feel s’good.” “Yeah?” Enzo asked, biting the delicate skin just behind his ear. He pushed Seven gently until he was on his belly, then pushed his shirt up over his head, not taking it all the way off, just leaving it tangled around his wrists. He could easily escape if he wanted, but Enzo just liked the look of him in bondage. “That’s better,” he said, nipping at Seven’s shoulder. “Behave and maybe D----y will give you what you want.” Seven moaned, squirming beneath him, grinding against the mattress already sounding fucked out and desperate. Enzo slapped his ass cheek, the crack almost echoing through the room. Seven yelped, then whined poutily. “I said behave,” Enzo murmured, locked on the perfect handprint on Seven’s left cheek. When he traced the feverish skin with his fingertip, Seven shuddered. “Spread your legs.” Goosebumps erupted along Seven’s skin, his back rising and falling rapidly. He parted his thighs a little, but not enough. Enzo spanked the other cheek, not holding back, earning another surprised squeak and an adorable tiny “Ow,” from the younger boy. This time Seven, lifted his head, craning around to glower at Enzo. Enzo raised a brow, voice sharp. “Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.” Seven huffed, dropping his head to hide his face in the pillow. Enzo grinned, teasing his fingertips along the inside of Seven’s soft thigh. “When I say ‘Spread your legs’ I mean open them wide. Don’t make me get the spreader bar or I won’t let you come for a week.” Seven shivered, hips rutting against the mattress even as he gave another low needy whine. This time he parted his legs nice and wide. Such a good boy for him. “Was that so difficult,” Enzo taunted, kneeling between Seven’s open legs. “D---y’s being mean,” Seven mumbled, peeking out from his pillow like he wanted to see Enzo’s reaction to his little game. Enzo blanketed himself over him, licking along the shell of his ear. “Say the word, brat baby, and it all stops. You’re in control here, understand?” Seven was shaking beneath him. “Yes, D---y,” he managed, breathless. “Color?” “Green, D---y,” he said in a rush, like he worried Enzo might stop if he responded too slowly. He gave him a soft kiss just behind his ear, murmuring, “That’s my good boy.” Seven whined, hips jerking forward once more. Enzo brought both palms down on Seven’s ass hard, earning a strangled cry from him. He squeezed the meat there, watching it spill between his fingers before spreading him open, looking his fill. Seven whined deep in his chest, hips growing restless once more. Enzo sucked his teeth, spanking Seven once again, this time hard enough to have his whole body flinch, the swat reverberating up Enzo's arm. Seven’s ass was such a pretty shade of purple now. “Did I give you permission to rub off on my mattress like a desperate little whore?” Seven gave a strangled cry, then managed to choke out, “You’re taking too long.” Enzo snorted, digging his blunt nails into Seven’s ass cheeks until he wailed. “What was that, brat?” “Nothing,” Seven promised, shaking his head. “I didn’t say anything, D---y.” Enzo tsked, every syllable weighted and deliberate, “Since I clearly can’t trust you not to try to get yourself off without me, you can put this cute little bottom in the air.” Seven made another noise of complaint, but did as he was told. Enzo bit back a growl as he took in the wet spot Seven had left on the sheets beneath him. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Seven’s boxers, freeing his straining cock, letting them fall to his knees. Enzo licked his bottom lip, saliva pooling in his mouth as he took in Seven’s pretty flushed cock, hanging heavy between his legs. He couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his hand around it, feeling the velvety skin there. Seven cried out, trying to thrust into Enzo’s fist. He ignored the boy’s desperate rutting, giving him a couple of lazy strokes before tightening his hold so he couldn’t fuck himself into Enzo’s hand. Seven’s miserable whine became a desperate moan as Enzo rubbed his thumb around the slick head, marveling at how wet he was already. “Already dripping for me. I love what a greedy cockslut you are.” Seven’s body jerked at his words. “Please.” “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, his seaglass eyes 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, D---y,” he slurred, looking two seconds from crying for him. “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, 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 said, 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 said, tone sullen as he pushed back on Enzo like he could somehow just accidentally 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 D---y 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 D---y 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 D---y, 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, D---y.” “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?” he asked. “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, D---y? 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 just 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’s not 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, just waited, 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, D---y,” 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, 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, D---y?” 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, just testing to make sure Seven was truly relaxed enough to enjoy it. 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 just…fuse their bodies together. “D---y,” 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, D---y.” “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 D---y’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, just tiny 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, D---y. 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, his own eyes rolling 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 D---y.” “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” Seven slurred, body going limp beneath him. “Felt s’good.” “Well, now you’re just going to have to lay 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 D---y’s cocksleeve? His fleshlight? Want D---y to use your greedy hole and breed you nice and deep?” Seven was making these tiny little whimpering sounds, almost like a wounded animal. Enzo could feel the boy’s thighs shaking, knew he was overstimulated to the point of pain, but he wasn’t stopping. He couldn’t. “You can take it. D---y’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, D---y,” Seven said. “I know.”