Re: Graveyard Date
“Oh, good. ‘Cause I don’t feel like learning at the moment,” Mao replied primly. This playfulness was sort of new to him too, Vaughn might be surprised to know. There was little time given for conversation during Mao’s previous liaisons. And he couldn’t really be himself with those one night stands, otherwise he might ‘ruin the mood’.
More soft laughter as the ‘into you’ joke kept going, and then Mao squirmed happily as his thigh was kissed, a pleased noise in his throat. He would very much like it if Vaughn went ahead and put his legs around his head. In fact, he might just do it himself, seeing how the guy wanted to be a tease. The way Vaughn tugged at his boxers with his teeth made him actually ache, Mao thought it was that hot. But when they weren’t pulled off he pouted in frustration.
It was very tempting to grab Vaughn’s head in both hands and grind his face into his crotch as punishment. But Mao stopped himself, barely. Instead, he gave him a light bonk with a loosely closed fist. “Douche.”
“There’s a clue right in front of you. Or did you go blind?” All sass. He rolled his hips a little, a sinuous movement, incase Vaughn needed a reminder. “C’mon, V. Don’t make me say please.”