“Pretty good, right?” Cullen grinned.
After a moment, Leviathan smirked. “Well, it’s not the blood of a virgin, but it’s pretty good.”
Cullen winced. “Come on. Don’t say stuff like that here.” Not that he really wanted to hear it while they were alone either, but he saw several people throw them strange glances and flinched again, quickly pulling Leviathan away from them.
Leviathan remained quiet while Cullen buzzed along the stands, getting food for them–giant marshmallows and vanilla cookies, and some type of donuts smothered in sugar–and paused to watch some sort of show the ice skaters were doing across a large frozen pond. Wherever they were, these people really loved the Christmas season. Cullen thought it might have been one of his favorite places in the whole world. Leviathan followed along, sipping his hotcocoa. It wasn’t until the cup ran dry that he poked Cullen in the shoulder and waved it in front of him.
He raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t help the way his lips curled into a smile. “Is that your subtle way of asking for more?”
Leviathan gave him a withering look before darting his eyes off to the side and holding the cup closer to him. Cullen grinned and took it from him, leading him back to the stand they’d bought it from. He told the smiling vendor to add marshmallows this time and saw Leviathan throw him a surprised, curious glance. Seconds later, he had made a startled, pleased sound, plucking one of the white puffs from his drink before popping it into his mouth. Cullen chuckled and led him away from the stand.
“‘Thank you, Cullen’.” He muttered, rolling his eyes. Leviathan chuckled and hooked an arm around his shoulders.
“You’re the best, Cull. I’m having the servants make this for every meal from now on.” He eyed the drink. “I bet they could do better than this human drivel, really.” He unhooked his arm and nudged him with his elbow. “Let’s go home. I’m freezing my balls off. And I don’t think either of us would like it if that happened.”
“Shut up.” Cullen scoffed, his face growing warm despite the soft laugh that escaped him. “Such a damn pervert.” He gave a quick glance around, noticing that the festival did seem to be shutting down for the night. “Okay, one more stand and we can go for tonight.” Though he would most certainly be convincing Leviathan to bring him back here tomorrow.
Leviathan grumbled an agreement, but Cullen had already walked away from him, nudging his way throughthe crowd until he found a stand that had caught his eye earlier.
Seconds later, he had returned to Leviathan, an embarrassingly large unicorn cotton candy in one hand. He held it up with a grin, laughter bubbling in his chest when he saw Leviathan’s shock.
“You’ll like this. It’s candy.”
“I am not eating a damn unicorn. Do I look like a child to you?”
“No, you look like a grumpy old man with a sweet tooth. So here.” He tore some of the soft candy off and brought it to his lips. “Open.”
“No.”
Cullen scowled. “Do I need to snap your ankle to get you to do it? Just open your mouth.” He added, ignoring the smirk that flickered to Leviathan’s lips.
“Please?” He tried, softening his glare.
A thoughtful look passed over his face before he turned his head to the side, pressing his lips into a tight line. “And what do I get out of that?”
He hesitated, hearing the implication beneath the words.
Sex. That was always the key with Leviathan. But it seemed like he was asking for something…different this time.
Slowly, nerves fluttering in his belly, he lifted his face, putting his lips as close to his ear as he could get. “Try it…and we can try something different tonight.”
“Different?” Leviathan purred, turning his face so that Cullen’s lips brushed his cheek. “What did you have in mind, pet?”
He swallowed hard, a slow burn starting to flow along his skin. “I…I don’t have anything…”
“Don’t you?” Leviathan asked softly, his lips moving to his ear. “How about I give you exactly what you’ve always wanted?”
He exhaled shakily. “I don’t…”
Slowly, Leviathan pinched off some of the candy and popped it into his mouth, his lips twitching up into a smile while they watched each other. Cullen saw his throat move and swallowed hard, panic tearing into him as Leviathan stepped towards him.
Stupid. Stupid to offer something different. Who knew what Leviathan might do? Even if Cullen was interested in…more…to do those things with someone like Leviathan…
He moved away, letting a playful smile flicker on his face as he backed into an alley, ignoring the people that glanced up at them as they walked by. Leviathan’s eyes did not leave his face, his gaze growing dark and playful as he followed him.
Cullen opened his mouth to tell him to take him home–and Leviathan grabbed him by the shoulder, spinning him around and slamming him back into the cold brick wall of the nearest building. A startled cry escaped Cullen, but Leviathan was already kissing him, cutting off the sound. Cullen made a soft, needy noise, and Leviathan growled low in his chest, his hand coming up to curl tight around the back of his neck. He yanked him in closer by the lapels of his jacket and Leviathan pressed hard against him, his leg slipping between his as the kiss grew and deepened, his tongue moving hard against his while his leg rubbed against his growing erection.
“S-stop.” Cullen gasped, grabbing at his thigh even as the little space they’d made for themselves grew hot and close. “There’s too many people…”
