Re: Graveyard Date
Vaughn's expression was far from embarrassed as Mao discovered his growing arousal. He smirked, maybe even a little more turned on by the laugh he received in response. The roll of hips made him bite down on his lip, a small sigh of pleasure slipping from them regardless, his eyelids fluttering.
His hands moved over Mao's ass, a palm on each cheek, smirking. Well, it had been a while, but he'd been helping himself out for a good long while, so it wasn't as though he was too unfulfilled.
"As much as I'd happily have you ride me here-" Vaughn replied softly, brushing his lips against Mao's jaw. "I don't have anything on hand that'll help with that. I didn't come out prepared-" It really hadn't occurred to him that he should have brought at least lube to drink in the graveyard with Mao. "You're gonna let me take you to bed, right? You're not just going to turn into a big cat and demand I rub your belly?" he grinned, nipping at the soft skin beneath his lips.