Ranger - Jericho's Boys #4 - ch. 15 - Enzo (Patreon)

This is highly unbeta'd/unedited. You know the drill. Get ready for some more group chat shenanigans and some surprising reveals about what the others get up to in their free time. Enzo8 months, 3 weeks, 7 days and 20 hours since that night“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 just gave him a flat stare, he grinned. “I don’t want to get in the way of your game play.” 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 hipbones. “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, 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 head space. Seven really was just a natural born submissive. The slightest hint of pain, the slightest edge to Enzo’s voice and he just 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. He 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 him raising a brow. “Unless, of course, you want your friends to watch me bend you over that nice new desk.” Seven’s breath caught, 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’d 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 just wanted to break him down. He looked so pretty all fucked out like this. “Behave,” Enzo chastised, thumb tracing his bottom lip. Seven slow-blinked at him. “And if I don’t?” This was why he had such a hard time being…careful with Seven. He 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?” “Haha,” 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 his 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 of 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, his legs wrapping around Enzo’s waist, slotting his half-hard cock against Enzo’s. 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. He 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 space ship. 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 by. 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.” Enzo frowned. “You sure? I can get you something? Hot tea? I have Throat Coat? Some meds? Anything?” Seven’s expression softened, his cheeks darkening as he nodded. “I’m fine. Really.” Enzo’s heart rate increased as someone on screen cleared their throat and another said, “This is disgusting.” His gaze snapped to the large monitor, noticing several people staring at them. “You didn’t tell me we were already on camera,” he said through gritted teeth. “You didn’t ask,” Seven shot back cheerily. “Its just the guys. We’re not streaming yet.” “Hey, Enzo,” Levi said, with a smirk. “Feel free to tell us all about Seven’s thank you gift,” Shiloh added with a laugh. “And why it involves Throat Coat tea?” Enzo gave them a stern look. “I’ll leave that to Seven. A lady never kisses and tells.” “Good thing you’re not a lady,” Levi shot back. Enzo gave him the finger, earning another giggle from Shiloh, who was perched in Levi’s lap. He realized then that most of Seven’s friends seemed to have a similar configuration. The blue haired boy, Arsen, had his Kewpie doll-faced boyfriend sitting in front of him, his pink hair tucked under the older boy’s chin. Nico sat in front of Mal, though, unlike Arsen, it was Nico handling the mouse, so maybe Mal was simply observing for the night. The only person flying solo was the blonde boy with the pool blue eyes. Lake?“I’ll let you play with your friends,” Enzo said, dropping another kiss on Seven’s head. Seven dragged him back, sealing their lips together in a much filthier display before releasing him. “Sure you don’t want to watch?” “We do,” Ever crowed. “Didn’t ask you,” Seven said in a sing-song voice, eyes still locked on Enzo’s. “It’s okay, brat. Have fun,” Enzo said, returning to his own desk. “You guys ready yet?” Lake asked. “Or do I have to watch any more disgusting displays of coupledom?”“You know you could just stop whining and find a boyfriend?” Nico said. “That would mean he had to have a conversation with someone outside of our inner-circle and we know that he doesn’t do that,” Levi countered. “Anyway…” Lake said pointedly. “Lets get going. People are waiting.”  There were a bunch of mumbled sounds that Enzo assumed were affirmative responses, then suddenly Arsen said, “Hello everyone, thanks for tuning in to our latest Kids’ Table campaign. I’m calling this one, The Setup, the Sugar Daddy and the Skeleton King,” Seven huffed out an irritated noise through his nose at the words sugar daddy, making Enzo smile.  “Okay. Buffs up. I want this fight done before Nico starts trying to seduce the crown ghost,” Lake said. Nico cackled. “I make no promises. That ghost is floating real suggestively. I think he wants me.”“You think everyone wants you,” Shiloh said dryly. “Everyone does, but especially that ghost,” Nico said. “He’s just begging for it.” “He’s not wrong,” Levi said. “Look at him. That’s not armor, it’s lingerie.” Enzo meant to start working, but instead found himself just sitting in his chair watching Seven play with his friends. “I’ve got eyes on the king. Taking the high ground,” Seven said. “Naturally. You have that 3090 GPU elevation advantage now,” Levi taunted. “Oh good. We are making fun of Seven tonight. I was worried. How’s that new death star of a setup? Your arrows got more frames per second than my cut-scenes. Exactly how many blowjobs does it take to pay off a twenty-thousand dollar rig?” Nico said. “Why? Are you offering to blow me for a better system?” Mal asked, arching a brow at his boyfriend.“Maybe I was just asking for a friend?” Nico said. “But…would you?” “Would I let you pay me in blowjobs?” Mal asked as if he was pondering the idea. “Hey, these lips are premium. My blowjobs are top quality,” Nico pouted. “Maybe we’d believe you if we hadn’t seen you blow him in a Denny’s bathroom for a cheeseburger,” Levi said. “You watched me blow my boyfriend? Wow, didn’t know your boyfriend was such a perv, Shiloh,” Nico said, disappointment leaching into his voice. “You didn’t?” Shiloh asked, casually. “Weird, I’ve known it since we met.” “I mean, Levi’s marriage proposal did involve railing Shiloh on the roof,” Seven reminded them all. “Why was that again? Oh, right. Because you have a sexual bucket list.” Enzo’s eyes went wide. Jesus, they all really did know everything about each other. And now so did their audience.“Enzo’s proposal will probably involve a dog collar,” Lake said. “Yeah, but an expensive one,” Ever said. “Does Tiffany’s make dog collars?” “No,” Mal said. “But Chanel does.” “How…Why do you know that?” Nico asked. “I have an eidetic memory,” Mal said. “I just…know things.” “Okay, Tyrion Lannister,” Nico said, around a laugh. “But for the record, I like the collar I have now, just fine. So don’t go getting any ideas.” “I love your faith in me, but I’m not an attorney like Enzo. I don’t have Chanel money,” Mal said. “Not yet, anyway.” “That’s okay, bunny,” Nico said. “The amount of kneeling I’d have to do to pay off that computer would likely ruin me.” “Don’t worry, Fidget. I’d let you work it off on your back. I know how delicate you are,” Mal said. “Can we talk about something other than Seven’s ‘sorry I treated you like a whore’ apology computer? Like, I don’t know, the hoard of spectral demons marching towards us.” “Your envy isn’t attractive,” Seven said, fingers flying across the buttons of his keyboard. “Neither is a twenty thousand dollar rig that glows like ectoplasm every time you loot a potion,” Nico countered. “Yet here we are.” Seven smirked. “Just say you're jealous and move on.” Levi cackled. “Hell yeah, I’m jealous. Your graphics card has liquid cooling. My PC sounds like a dying microwave.” “Wow, that sucks,” Seven quipped. “Mine purrs like a kitten.” “You gonna give our audience a sugar daddy reveal?” Arsen asked. “They’re begging for it in the comments.” “He’s camera shy,” Seven said, glancing at Enzo. Enzo’s face fell as Nico gave another maniacal cackle followed by, “Now they just think he’s ugly.” Seven glowered at the screen. “Camera shy doesn’t mean ugly. He’s hot. So hot I don’t even want you to look at him.”“They don’t believe you,” Ever sang. Levi’s tone was smug as he said, “You just don’t want anyone stealing him away.”“As if they could,” Seven snapped back. “The audience says put up or shut up. If he’s so hot, show him to us,” Shiloh said. “You guys could all just vouch for him,” Seven reminded them.“This is more fun,” Nico countered. Seven looked at Enzo, brow arched. Enzo gave a quick shake of his head. Seven continued to stare, then gestured with his head for him to come to him. He sighed, knowing he was never going to win an argument ever again. He stood, crossing the short distance. Seven scooted forward in the chair, making room for Enzo to slot in behind him. Once Enzo was seated, he wrapped his palms around Seven’s hips, dragging him back so that his ass was snug against his crotch. If Seven was going to force him to be internet fodder, he was going to torture him while he did it. He was determined to just sit and observe, but then he made the mistake of glancing at the comments.  mysticmothwoman: Oh Em Gee. He’s so hot. Paladin4Lyfe: He’s beyond hot. Like…he looks like a model. beefandbardic: an old model. ⚰️Paladin4Lyfe: Age is just a number and so is a credit score. I bet his is 850. mysticmothwoman: Right? For a rig like that, I’d fuck the cryptkeeper, just saying. Especially if he looked like the main character in a dark romance. 💀Paladin4Lyfe: Yeah, or that hot guy from that Netflix mob movie. 365. I’d let him pound me like the bottom of a ketchup bottle. 🥵swordslut69: I’d let that man ruin my credit score and say thank you.GayGoblinEnergy: That tatted dude’s a lawyer? He could recite tax law in my ear and I’d moan on beat.KinkyKettle: holy shitballs. 👀Ur sugar daddy is Lorenzo Conti? I’m a paralegal in the office across the street. I see him in the courthouse every week. Fuck, he could sexually harass me in the workplace. gildedgrievances: He can audit me any day. Emotionally. Financially. Physically.scrollsniffer: I'd let him reorganize my guts alphabetically. 🍑Bardsandbondage: He could file my taxes and I’d still scream Daddy during line 43b.critfailsandcurses: He could whisper ‘liability clause’ and I’d pass out from arousal.chaoticfemmefatal: He could tie me up in red tape and I’d say it was immersive roleplay.TavernTh0t_77: He could read me a deposition and I’d still get wet. 💦gamRgurl994: Hnf. Why are all the good ones gay? 😭😭😭beefandbardic: Hey, I’m right here. gamRgurl994: Precisely my point. I want a rich hot boyfriend who buys me fancy computers, not sweaty unwashed gamer boys who live in their moms basements and wreak of cheeto dust. Enzo snickered, leaning forward to press a kiss to the back of Seven’s neck, smiling against his skin when he felt goosebumps erupt. Seven shivered, even as his hands flew across the keys. When Enzo sank his teeth into the same spot, Seven made a whimpering sound that the mic most definitely caught. gamRgurl994: Fuck, that’s so hot. On the screen Seven’s arrow sank into what Enzo assumed was the skeleton king’s chest. The thing howled, summoning two skeletal looking hellhounds wearing battle armor. They leapt at two of the characters.  “Hey. Stop making out while I’m tanking!” Lake shouted. Enzo assumed Lake was the one on the right currently being gnawed on by one of the two boney canines. “Yeah, right,” Levi muttered. “Seven’s been a walking puddle of drool since the day they met. I don’t think that’s stopping anytime soon.” “Yeah, they were even making fuck-me eyes at each other in front of a bunch of tri-” Nico snapped his lips shut, eyes going wide, before correcting himself. “-um, important foreign business associates.” 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 were…” 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 angel-face over there are porn stars now,” Nico crowed. “We are not. We just sometimes prefer to game with fewer…restrictions,” Arsen said. “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 even 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 eyes. “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, looking 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 angel-face’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 ALREADYtoadstoolwitchery: Enzo is my dream boyfriend. Tell the truth. He’s not real. He’s some kind of AI deep fake. 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 could only 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 look 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 like he did. He 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, slowly rolling 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 spit-slick. “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?”