Re: Graveyard Date
Kissing someone you knew, and liked, was unexpectedly different than kissing drunk strangers at a party. It caught Mao by surprise. It gave him a different sort a thrill, the way Vaughn’s fingers felt as they moved through the short hair at the back of his head, and Mao was left feeling strangely giddy. This would have been quite concerning to him had he been sober. He was already more attached to Vaughn than he would have liked. He was a wannabe lonewolf, and so far he had been doing a pretty damn good job at being one. Until recently. But this was something to worry about later.
He couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, his lips curving even as they parted for Vaughn’s tongue, a soft laugh purring in his throat. His skin was warm despite the nighttime chill in the air, Mao tended to run hot (which shouldn’t be a surprise) and his heart beat fast. As fast as a cat’s.
There was no need to hold the boy in place, he had no intention of going anywhere. Instead he slid ever closer, rising up on his knees a little to press himself against Vaughn so that they were chest to chest. Obviously he had no qualms over the disrespectfulness of making out in a cemetery, and was not going to stop any time soon.
Vaughn declared him delicious and Mao grinned, briefly breaking the kiss to return the compliment. “So’re you…” But he gave the man’s lip a nibble then, y’know, just to make sure.