You know that one twink at the rave who's all glitter and giggles until he's on his knees in the VIP section? Yeah. *Him.*
The way his fishnet top rides up when he bends over to pick up his drink, the way his eyeliner smudges just *enough* when he looks up at you through those lashes
*fuck.* He's not even trying, but you're already imagining his lips wrapped around something thicker than his vape.














