Cullen moaned at the threat and took him in even deeper, forcing him down his throat. Leviathan let out a harsh, breathless cry and seconds later a violent crack sounded through the room, making Cullen pull away in surprise.
He had no time to react before thick thorny vines wrapped around his wrists and dragged his hands off to the sides. He cried out in surprise, but Leviathan latched onto his hair again and pressed himself into his mouth, his thrusts quicker than before. Cullen groaned at the pain and the force, his body growing hotter and tighter with need until he was whimpering.
He struggled against the restraints, his cock throbbing painfully as Leviathan’s thrusts got rougher, less careful. He tasted a hint of blood and Leviathan groaned, his hand tightening in his hair in a way that told Cullen he was there, that it would only be seconds.
A harsh shudder rocked through him and both his hands shot to Cullen’s head, holding him still as he pressed even deeper, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself into his mouth. Cullen felt the hot cum hit the back of his throat and swallowed it down with a moan. Once. Twice. Leviathan moaned softly and then pulled away from him, throwinghim a wicked smile when Cullen let his tongue linger on his tip. The vines slid away from his wrists, retreating back into the floor as if they were alive, leaving his arms aching and bleeding.
“Fucking hell, Crombie.” He hissed, his face flushed and smug. “I didn’t know you liked it so rough.”
That was a lie and they both knew it. But he said nothing, though his mind was stuck on the way he’d used his last name to address him. Something about it didn’t sit right with him.
“Stand.” Leviathan ordered, sliding back a step.
Cullen obeyed, his legs trembling. His body was still hot and tight, his cock aching and embarrassingly at attention between them.
Leviathan laughed quietly. “You get that hard from sucking a cock?”
His face went hot, but he raised a weak smile to him and murmured, “Are you complaining?”
His smirk grew more wicked. “You’re going to be trouble, Crombie.” He stepped closer, his arms wrapping around him. His pants were pushed down and seconds later Cullen was gasping, his body going tense as Leviathan grabbed his ass and lifted him, forcing his legs around his waist as he pressed him back against the window. He shivered at the mix of the icy glass and the heat of their bodies between them. Cullen clutched at his shoulders, his trembling growing worse as need pulsed through him.
“Don’t…don’t call me that.” He mumbled as Leviathan leaned in for a soft kiss.
“Why not?” He whispered. “It’s your name, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but I…” He fell silent, not wanting to admit that it bothered him, unimportant as it was. But it shouldn’t bother him anyway. Because this…whatever it was between them…it wasn’t permanent. It didn’t matter if Leviathan called him brat or Crombie or pet. But…
“So calling you by that name is a good punishment.” Leviathan murmured, kissing him again. “That’s good to know.”
When Cullen gave no response, Leviathan smiled and dropped his head to his. Cullen wriggled, impatient and needy.
“What would you like me to call you, Cullen?” He asked softly.
“It-it doesn’t matter.” He lied, squirming again. “Hurry up…”
“Crombie it is then.” Cullen’s fingers gave an involuntary squeeze of displeasure on his shoulders and Leviathan chuckled, shifting so that he could hook Cullen's legs over his arms. Cullen gasped as it opened him up to him, his eyes flicking down nervously between them. But Leviathan only rubbed the tip of his erection against his entrance, keeping his movements slow and careful.
“Levi–”
“Tell me what you want me to call you.” He interrupted softly. He rubbed against him again and Cullen squirmed, trying to press down onto him.
“I…I don’t…”
“How about…slave?” He leaned in to run his tongue up his throat. Cullen exhaled shakily. “Or do you want to be called my fuck toy?” He kissed his ear and Cullen’s face went red with shame. Because the words did send a little shiver of excitement through him. He could tell by the smugness in Leviathan’s voice that he knew he’d liked that one. That suspicion that he could see right into his head flickered again, but he still didn’t voice the question.
“Or do you like it when I call you pet?” He asked softly, angling his hips so that he pressed into him, his tip edging just inside. Cullen whimpered and squirmed, his hands clawing at his shoulders. “Tell me, pet. Which nickname do you like?”
Cullen let out a few soft, shaky breaths, his eyes locked on Leviathan's, his gaze showing his hesitation. Several loud heartbeats later, Cullen wrapped his arms firmly around his neck and brought his mouth to his, whispering against his lips.
“Pet.” He mumbled. “I like it when you call me pet.” He kissed him again, whimpering softly. “Please put it in now.”
There was a harsh inhale and then Leviathan was pressing forward, filling him slowly. Cullen gasped and moaned, his hands clawing at his shoulders and his body tensing at the sudden intrusion. He groaned and threw his head back and seconds later Leviathan’s mouth was on his throat, his tongue coming out to taste him, a burning flick against his skin.
“Fast.” He pleaded breathlessly. “Please…” He whimpered and flinched. “It's so deep like this…”
“And you like that, don't you, pet?” He breathed, giving a slow pump into him. “You like it when I'm deep inside of you.” He gave another slow pump and this time the softest of grunts left him, telling Cullen he was holding back more than he was letting on.
“Yeah,” Cullen mumbled, his insides tingling as Leviathan pressed even deeper. “I like it.” He shouldn't admit to such things. Knew he would hate himself for it later, knew Leviathan would only use it against him but…it just felt so good.
