Suddenly the cold night air lost it's bite. Mao guessed it was Luke's doing, though he couldn't see just what he had done. He would have tried to reach out and touch the bubble around them if he hadn't been so distracted. It was hard to believe this was actually happening. Kissing wasn't too far fetched, it had happened before, but the way Luke was acting... It was almost a little too good to be true, and Mao was in very real danger of falling even more head over heels for the bastard than he already was.
Mao let his eyes drift shut when Luke's kisses left his lips and made their way to his neck. A part of him was beginning to hope that Luke was going to drag him to his car and fuck his brains out in the backseat. But that probably wouldn't end up as awesome as he was imagining it would be. Fantasies didn't take things like lube, condoms or awkward mornings after into account.
Mao's hand left Luke's curls and settled on his shoulder, his grip tightening whenever he received one of those maddening little bites. A sigh of pleasure turned into a giggle. Poor Luke should have knocked on wood before he brought up Mao's bad habit of laughing during these kinds of situations.
"Well I wasn't until you used the word 'hush' seriously." He bit his lip and stifled his amusement before Luke got all offended like he usually did.
Mao then titled his head back to allow the other boy to continue doing whatever he felt like doing to his neck, when he spoke again he was more subdued, "...Why can you be like this all the time?"