Vaughn looked at Mao seriously for a moment, licking his lips thoughtfully (though he realised it might have seemed to be bit suggestive, it was too late to do anything about that). "You sound like you want me to spank you, Ash. Someone likes it a little bit rough?"
He almost laughed out loud at the expression on Mao's face. It had been sarcastic, the whole sentence had been teasing, and he felt a bit bad, especially with that pout. "Oh, no, no pouting," Vaughn babied, pinching Mao's cheek gently. "I'm a goddamn nerd, don't even worry about it." That time Vaughn's tone was gentle, the pinch turning into a little caress for the moment.
Vaughn's cheeks coloured once again, and he laughed. "You don't think it's weird I've been flirting with a cat? I think it's- overwhelmed me a bit that- you know, it was easy before, because you were a cat. But now you're actually you. And you look like you do-" Again, another laugh, because it was really tickling him. "You must be used to guys getting tongue tied around you. I don't want to make this awkward."
So of course settling down to watch a vaguely homoerotic cannibal film was exactly what they should do right now. "Is the eating bit the homoerotic bit because I'm going to have to insist you don't stay tonight if it is- I'm not one to kink shame, but I also like everything staying attached to me."
Vaughn relaxed and let himself lean into Mao slightly, putting an arm around the back of the sofa so that it was, technically, around Mao's shoulders. "You can maybe suck on my finger if you really need to-" he added, almost under his breath.