Honestly, Luke hadn't really meant to push on Mao so hard, and as soon as he became conscious of how active his power was, Luke was able to reign it in. He still didn't want Mao to squirm too much, though -- seeing him with Wolf had planted the fear in his mind that maybe... maybe Mao didn't want to be with him after all. Maybe as soon as Luke let him go, Mao would be running back to Wolf for comfort and solace and more dancing. Mao's request eased that fear a little, though, so Luke obliged, although he shifted a little closer to Mao, pressing him against the wall with his body instead. It can't have been the most comfortable position for Mao, but at this point Luke didn't really care. He just wanted him there.
Luke cupped Mao's chin in the palm of his right hand, running his thumb along Mao's cheek. It was probably the tenderest contact Luke had ever given him. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was just that they'd been on rather good terms lately. Maybe it was the fact that it had actually been a fucking long time (at least, by Luke's standards) since he'd actually kissed someone, much less done anything else with them. Even Josie.
"I fucking..." he started, but then shook his head. "Shut up okay?" What did they need to talk for? Luke thought as he slipped his tongue into Mao's mouth. Talking was for pussies anyway.