Mao much preferred to be pinned by Luke's body instead of a force field. It might not have been the most comfortable thing to be ground back into the cold brick wall of the building, but Luke's heat made up for it. The moment he could move, Mao reached out for the other boy, slipping one arm around Luke's waist while his other hand found it's way to the back of his neck to pull him closer. Mao craved this contact, it hadn't been allowed when they were going around pretending to only be friends, but it had always been a possibility hanging over their heads, frustrating him to no end.
Luke touching his face in that almost...loving way came as a surprise. It was kind of a pain in the ass to not be able to appreciate how his insides got all fluttery because of it, not with the sensible part of him interrupting by saying not to get his hopes up, it wasn't going to last. It wasn't even safe to pretend it would, Luke had taught him that much. Mao tried not to ruin this little victory with dire predictions and did his best to clear his mind. Luke going in for another kiss helped.
Mao could taste the punch on the other boy's tongue, and smell the very faint hint of alcohol on his breath. So Luke was drunk, that explained it. Mao had been too busy dancing to drink enough of the punch, he sort of wished he had now, then he wouldn't have to worry about a thing. He kissed back eagerly though, a few soft, appreciative sounds coming from his throat. He slid his hand up to run his fingers through Luke's curls, loving the springy feel of them.
Mao pulled away with a parting lick to Luke's lower lip, needing to breathe. He was smiling now, having gotten over his shock, becoming more like his usual self. He was looking very pleased with himself. "Mm...I think I should make you jealous more often, I really like the results..."