Re: Graveyard Date
Mao’s seductive moment dissolved in another peal of laughter, triumphant and just as sweet as he claimed Vaughn to taste. Not at all mean. He was charmed by the man’s blushing and utter lack of finesse. Vaughn could have kept the sexy vibe up if only he hadn’t opened his mouth.
“Oh m’god shut the fuck up…!” A demand made in the midst of a giggling fit. The moment the cider can was safely back in Vaughn’s possession, Mao threw his arms around the man’s shoulders, yanked him close, and licked his cheek. He didn’t stop there, he then dropped down to his still pink neck and began to playfully chomp, sharp teeth just grazing the skin, complete with silly gnawing sound effects, “Ngah ngah gnah!”
He pulled away, but not entirely, his arms were kept locked around Vaughn just in case he tried to squirm away or something. Mao beamed up into his face as cute as could be. “Tastes fine to me!”
Things were then turned around, Mao smirking, “But what about me?” There Vaughn was given an open invitation that he’d have to be a complete fool to screw up. Mao was curious to see what he’d do with it.