[ lipstick stain ] sender leaves a kiss on receiverâs skin and refuses to wipe it off
multicolored strobes flash across willâs face, reflecting off the glitter max had somehow spent an hour meticulously swiping over his eyelids while he and lucas sprawled across the couch, beers in hand. it was captivating enough then, more so now as liquor strums through his veins and a heavy bass leaves his ears ringing. mikeâs not used to the press from all sides of sweaty bodies. usually content to linger along the sides of a crowd, dutifully observing and fetching drinks and holding bags as he nurses a single drink over the course of a night. tonight, though, is a very special occasion. willâs birthday. and if will wanted him in the middle of the dance floor, well thatâs where heâll be, dammit. little side-to-side bops a pitiful excuse of dancing but it doesnât deter will as he loses himself, tethered only by mikeâs steady grip on his waist. one hand snakes around to his lower back as the other lovingly smooths over willâs silky, sweat-damp hair. a dopey smile breaks across his face as will rocks up on his toes to press a kiss to his cheek and he can feel the waxy print left behind. lovesick sigh puffs out as he scrunches down to find willâs ear with his lips. âhappy birthday, baby!â he exclaims for the millionth time before peppering kisses of his own across willâs jaw, cheeks, nose, forehead.











