Ah, silk sheets and gentle sweet loving. So vanilla, yet somehow appealing. For Mao, such an evening would be a novelty. He snickered, his cheeks maybe a little pink. “Well, I dunno, I wouldn’t complain, if it were to happen. Y’know, if.” He was starting to think that it actually would at some point. Two people couldn’t flirt this much and not get down to business eventually. They were lucky (or maybe not?) that there was no alcohol being consumed here, otherwise… One can imagine.
“Those things sound fun but I think I’d prefer something more hands on. Like a knife fight. Or a cat fight all punching and scratching and biting.” Another flash of those fangs.
As much as Mao was enjoying getting cozy, he felt it was up to him to get the movie on. He hopped up and made quick work of sticking the DVD in so that he was back at Vaughn’s side under his arm in but a moment. “Hm… Probably not chocolate. More like A1 steak sauce,” he said as he sat down. “But I promise to stuff myself now so I’m not tempted, okay?”
“Though I’d think you’d trust me by now not to take a chunk out of you. If I was gonna I’d have done it already.” Vaughn was given a coy sidelong look, “Unless you want me to eat you? Y’know, some people are into that.” Take it from a man eating cat to know about various real life acts of cannibalism. There was at least one instance of someone hitting up a cannibal online to offer themselves up as a meal that he knew of. But he didn’t think Vaughn was that crazy, only just a little crazy.