Re: Graveyard Date
Vaughn had imagined this, he'd imagined it vividly since the two of them had met both in human form. And of course it was so much better than it had been in his dreams. He was glad he was a little bit drunk, though. A little more courageous than he thought he might be sober.
He shivered at the purr that seemed to sound from Mao. Of course he'd make that kind of sound. What would he sound like when he was- nngh, yeah.
The sharp little teeth against his lips made Vaughn moan quietly, as did the way Mao's small, warm body was pressing up against him. It was too cold to just rip Mao's clothes off right where they were, despite the alcohol and arousing heating up his blood.
"Could have gotten you drunk sooner," he murmured. "Or is it the graveyard that's turning you on?" Vaughn added with a tease. He didn't care what the answer was, as long as Mao was happy kissing and gripping and moving against each other.