Mao looked up at the sky, it was a clear night, and he marveled at all the tiny pinprick stars. It was kind of nice out there by himself, despite of the cold. His peaceful musings were interrupted by the sound of the door open behind him, letting out a burst of music before it became muffled when it shut again. Mao turned his head, curious as to who had joined him. Lukas Fucking Fox.
The Asian boy's expression immediately brightened, but the big smile blossoming on his face vanished when his wrist was grabbed, immediately replaced with indignant surprise and confusion as he was jerked around to face Luke fully. It all happened so fast, mere seconds, Mao didn't even have the time to start bitching about the rough treatment when his back hit the wall and Luke's mouth covered his own.
Oh my God. How long had it been since they last kissed? Too long. Kissing Wolf was fun and turned him on, but kissing Luke...that was something else. You couldn't even really make a comparison. A kiss from Luke made him lose his mind and threw his heart into overdrive. It brought to life in him a desire so intense it was almost frightening. For those first few minutes there was nothing in Mao's world but Luke. God damn did he have it bad.
He was panting by the time Luke pulled away, finding it hard to breathe with Luke's power pinning him to the wall. "That's not the only thing you won't do with me." Mao's tone was sulky, what right did Luke have to complain when it was his fault he had turned to Wolf? He strained against the force field, frustrated, his voice husky, "Let me touch you."