Re: Graveyard Date
The corner of Mao’s lips twitched into a smirk at Vaughn’s murmuring, though he let it go without comment. He could only teasingly call the man out so many times. But talk of laying there peacefully while getting eaten earned a bright loud laugh, the sort Mao spontaneously burst into whenever something struck just the right way. He ended it with a little snort as he shook his head, mumbling an amused, “Oh man…” into his drink before taking a sip.
He thought of Vaughn as a dork. Fondly, of course, but perhaps a bit unfairly. And so the man had a tendency to surprise him with unexpected acts of smoothness. Mao was hit by one just then, Vaughn’s voice soft by his ear making his eyes widen for just a second.
A low, pleased giggle bubbled in his throat and he turned his head to give his companion a long sly look from the corner of his still glowing eyes. Drunk enough to forget he meant to play things more carefully with Vaughn, he let himself slip into full flirt mode.
“Yeah, actually…” That cheshire grin. “You’re sweet, V. Disgustingly sweet...” With that, Mao made a show of licking the length of the can, long and slow, pink tongue lingering where Vaughn’s lips had been, never breaking eye contact. He wanted to see the man blush, to savour a look of shock and desire.