Re: Graveyard Date
A part way, way in the back of Vaughn's mind wondered if Mao was playing with him still, if this was just a game to him. And then he realised he really didn't care. He didn't mind at all. If it was then it was, it didn't make the fact that they were kissing now any the less real.
Vaughn grinned, and then laughed at the comment he got in reply. "Oh, well aren't you a lucky boy then?" he asked. "I'm here to save you from the loneliness."
The thought of pinning Mao down was very much dominant in Vaughn's brain, though the floor would be cold and damp- but then Mao was made of fire so there was a chance that it wouldn't be that noticeable.
But then, oh, then the next best thing happened! Vaughn moaned again when Mao shifted over and climbed into his lap, his hands moving unsubtly down to rest on Mao's ass, groping shamelessly. He pulled Mao as close as they could physically get, chest to chest, flush against each other. He hadn't had enough to drink that he wasn't aware of the gentle pulsing between his legs, and he was sure the boy in his lap wasn't not going to notice. He expected Mao to laugh about that at any moment, but again he really didn't care. He'd take any kind of light-hearted mockery in exchange for this.