Re: Graveyard Date
“Oh! My hero!” He exclaimed with a grin. All jokes aside, Vaughn really had saved him from loneliness. Mao liked to think he was playing with him. That was what he told himself whenever they weren’t together. But the moment he was with the mortician things were different. His enjoyment of his attention, affection, and just his company in general was too genuine. He could be himself with Vaughn and no one else, not even his own mother. It was just so wonderfully freeing.
Of course Mao could feel the effect he had on Vaughn once in his lap, and he did laugh. A low, wicked little sound. Though, it was more to himself than anything else. He wasn’t really in a position to laugh at Vaughn, not then, because there was an answering heat brewing between his own legs that was making itself apparent as he rolled his hips forward, a shallow undulation that made his breathing quicken.
“Hmmmm…” He hummed thoughtfully, breaking their kiss to nibble at Vaughn’s ear before whispering, “Wanna take me home, V…?” His fingers caressed the side of the man’s face, running delicately over prickly stubble. “...Or are we gonna piss off some ghosts?”