“Oh? So you don’t want me laying you down gently on silk sheets and making sweet love to you?” Vaughn asked, feeling a little more at ease with the progress of this conversation.
He was surprised at the blush, hadn’t really been sure that Mao could blush, so seeing the colour creep up to his cheeks was rather nice. Vaughn knew better than to mention it, though. Knew a lot better than to hone in on it and point out that Mao was flustered from his comment. Because that was just going to shut this whole thing down.
It was also probably not a good idea to contradict Mao when he was telling him not everyone had great taste. Or no, maybe it was more that it was a veiled comment on something else that wasn’t Vaughn’s business to be delving into. He might not go out a lot, he didn’t spend a lot of time in any kind of scene, but it didn’t take a great imagination to know that men were assholes and Mao was pretty, which was like a magnet for those kinds of men.
He didn’t expect himself to be an exception. It didn’t matter that they’d spent so long together already, that Vaughn had been affectionate and a little flirty with Mao before he knew that he was this hot. Boundaries.
“A weirdly romantic fight to the death?” Vaughn queried. “You must be great on a first date, Ash. Jousting, free diving, Russian Roulette-“
He had expected some kind of comment on his arm around the sofa, but Mao was allowing it and that was kind of nice. Movie about cannibals with homoerotic undertones? Great date night. “I guess with all this food going I don’t really need to worry that you might need something more to nibble on. Unless you plan on dipping my arm in chocolate and having it for dessert.”