✧ im on fire(ball) ✦
ccxwonshik:
Wonshik laughs at the other’s comment, sounds deep and slurry like a black cherry cola slushee. “Am I at least a hot mess?” Wonshik asks, eyes glinting. It’s getting harder and harder to keep from these…darker messy thoughts from taking over. Vinny looked nice, probably smelled nice and dear god Wonshik wanted to try. But no, Wonshikkie! That was inappropriate! And he didn’t remember at the moment if Vinny was into that kind of nonsense. He probably was since Wonshik is the only twenty-two year old alive who was still painfully a virgin.
Least that means he’ll get taken care of nicely when their dicks pop out.
Wait-
Vinny is taking the cup from his hand but Wonshik wasn’t noticing because he was spacing. His mind had filled with thoughts of what dancing with Vinny was like. Would it be awkward like that “Save room for Jesus” thing, or would it be filthy like they belonged in a porno? Wonshik was scarily excited for either because Wonshik really wanted to touch and move. Vinny is guiding him to the dance floor and it takes all of Wonshik’s self control not to make some sort of babbled happy noise at it– although he might’ve made it anyway, he couldn’t tell.
The music switched to something latin-y, with a thick beat and guitar…things. Wonshik started moving on his own accord, not exactly remembering how or what but his hips started their swaying. Usually he was a terrible dancer– painfully awkward and not really knowing exactly what in the world he was doing, but with this amount of alcohol in his system there was no room to be self-conscious. His moves weren’t exactly the smoothest; they still had just the slightest, inexperienced undertones, but it wasn’t as bad as it could be. He could be doing the sprinkler like he did at one party.
a hot mess.
vincent really shouldn’t respond with an honest answer to that question. honesty might turn into more than he’s ready to give. but oops it’s spilling out of his lips anyways vinny no--
“yes. a very hot mess,” he murmurs, leaning in a little too close before pulling away to a semi-comfortable distance even though he really wanted to feel wonshik’s breath on his lips again. it’s not long before he’s back up close again though, hands naturally finding their way to wonshik’s hips. it’s so normal for vinny. he’s good at this. at picking up guys. but wonshik is not a guy he should be picking up. this is danny’s very, very good friend, who is also two years older than him but acts younger than vinny.
his body sure as hell doesn’t mimic the age wonshik’s personality does, though. vinny’s hands squeeze at lean hips, gently guiding wonshik closer to him. he keeps him from flailing about, but also drags him in until their noses barely touch. vincent’s lips part with a very soft exhale, the smell of their breath mingling not the greatest thing as it was heavy with alcohol, but he can’t find it in himself to care. he’s more worried about getting the older male closer, fingers dipping under the waistband of his pants for a better hold.
“what about me, wonshikkie?”












