Re: Graveyard Date
Vaughn was more than aware that he wasn't good at this. He was pretty sure he'd made it clear to Mao that he wasn't good at this. He didn't flirt, he didn't date people, he wasn't suarve. But Mao was giggling and not just getting up and leaving, so he must be doing something right.
His breath caught as he was pulled closer, a shiver running through him as he was licked. And then he just couldn't stop the little sound that was very like a moan that slipped from his lips when Mao's mouth moved to his neck.
"It wasn't my neck that I was calling into question," he said softly. "And I highly doubt any part of you tastes bad-" Vaughn added, his eyes lingering on Mao's mouth for a moment, and then moving slowly down his body as though mapping other things he could taste.
He sipped his cider again, just a little sip, then turned back to Mao. "Do you still have that cinnamon flavour on your tongue?" Vaughn asked, leaning in and trailing his tongue over Mao's lips.