There was another soft clink, like ice against a glass, but this time Leviathan curled a tight hand around his throatbefore he could ask, forcing his head to tip just as something cool came down against his lips.
“Drink.” He murmured.
He hesitated, pulling back as much as he could. “What is it?”
“Spirits.” He answered softly. “Liquor. But our kind. You’ve already had it. And I quite liked how you acted when you were on it. So drink.”
He hesitated again, his heart racing faster. “Why do I need to be drunk? What are you going to do?”
“Nothing too dramatic.” He chuckled. “I only wanted us to have a little fun together.” The bottle vanished from his lips. “You don’t need to, though.”
After another long moment, Cullen parted his lips expectantly. He could feel Leviathan’s smile as he pressed the bottle to his lips again. He took one mouthful of the sweet drink, then another. One more–and then coughed as Leviathan pulled the bottle away. The edges of his mind instantly grew dull, his head starting to spin a bit as his senses grew weaker and a slow heat began to spread through his body.
Leviathan touched his face, tilted his head back again, further this time. Cullen opened his mouth wider, readying himself.
The drink poured in slowly. When he swallowed some of it spilled out of his mouth and ran down his neck, making him sticky. Leviathan drew it away again, his breathing a bit uneven as he murmured, “Keep your mouth open.”
He did as he was told, waiting for more of the sweet drink. A murmur of surprise escaped him when Leviathan’s lips replaced it instead, the liquid pouring from his mouth into Cullen’s. He swallowed, gasping softly as Leviathanpulled away again. Seconds later, Leviathan’s mouth came down again, with another mouthful of liquor. Cullen moaned and slid a hand up into his hair this time, holding him still while he kissed them both breathless.
Leviathan moaned into the kiss, his hand dropping to brush against Cullen’s growing erection before he drew away again, dropping his forehead to his. “It tastes much better when we share it. Don’t you think?”
“Yeah.” He breathed, brushing his fingers down his chest. Leviathan stepped back before they could move lower.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
He shivered. “Yes, master.”
Another harsh exhale. “Open.”
He parted his lips, tensing in surprise when Leviathan gripped him by the throat. His mouth came down again, pouring in the drink, and Cullen moaned, swallowing it greedily before opening his mouth again. Another quick mouthful and then Leviathan’s mouth was on his, hard and unyielding. Cullen wrapped his arms around his neck as he laid back, drawing him down on top of him. Everything was feeling very dream-like now, the world around him dull and quiet, nothing but the soft sound of their kissing, their ragged breathing and their racing heartbeats.
He drew away first, groaning softly as he dropped his head back against the bed. “I’m dizzy.”
Leviathan chuckled and pressed a light kiss to his jaw. “Do you want to stop?”
“Fuck, no.” He breathed, turning so that their lips brushed. There was the briefest moment of hesitation before he added, “I want you to fuck me until I pass out.”
Theidea of it had always intrigued him. That it could be so good, could last so long that his body just couldn’t take it anymore. Walker never could have done it–even if Cullen had had the nerve to ask–but Leviathan certainly had the libido. And the way his lips curled at the corners told Cullen he liked the idea just as much.
“Yeah?” He murmured against his throat. “You want me to chain you to the bed, too?”
His wrists ached at the words, as if remembering the weight of the chain. Slowly, he nodded, his heart slamming even harder as Leviathan sat up and looked down at him.
“Move back.”
Cullen scooted himself up the bed, resting his head back against a pillow as he raised his hands in front of him again. Leviathan followed him, grabbing the chain from where it sat and leaning over him to secure it around the headboard and his wrists. Cullen leaned in as he moved, letting his tongue move across his chest. He moaned softly at the sweat he could taste there, lowering his mouth to his nipple. He flicked his tongue against it–and Leviathan drew away, disapproval in his gaze as he grabbed his hips and yanked, forcing him down so that he couldn’t move much at all, the chain tugging at his arms painfully and dragging a gasp from him.
That clink came again and now he could distinctly smell ice in the air, and hear a soft slosh, as if something had been plucked from water.
“What is–?”
Leviathan was over him a moment later, pressing a cold kiss to his neck. On the other side of his neck, something cold was pressed to his skin, making him jump.
“Is…is that ice?” He hissed, wincing away from the bite of it.
