crush me.

It was the night after finals, and everyone was out partying away their stress and pain. Distant cheers and shouts rang up and down the halls for most of the evening, and music from neighboring rooms was on full-blast up until the last half hour or so. This late in the night, the early-birds were already long gone, and the hardcore party people were just starting to trickle out, most of them intoxicated and stumbling out in pairs. At that point, all they could think of was going home, crawling into bed, and passing out.

The only two souls left in this particular dorm room were Calypso and Sol. Calypso was in the middle of drunkenly contemplating his next track, barely noting the change of the room's atmosphere. Sol was moving in the background, cleaning up after the folks who had left, and watching with fascination as the young man continued not to notice the change in environment. In a way, he was grateful, as this was his dorm room, and he liked to keep the place clean for special guests.

Once he finishes tidying up, he positions himself in Calypso's peripheral vision, clears his throat, and proceeds with the line he's had prepared all night.
"Ah, it's just you and me, isn't it? What a funny coincidence!"

Before Calypso could even eke out a reply, Sol had already sensed his opportunity to glide deep into his personal space and was pressing up against him, his arms loosely settling around his waist.
"Hey, you smell nice. Sit down."
The taller man was definitely not prepared for the smaller's weight to suddenly - drastically? - increase, tipping him backwards and toppling them both onto the sofa behind them.

A startled, quiet "...What?" escapes Calypso's mouth, his mind slow to catch up.

"Scootchie scootchie," Sol purrs, pointedly ignoring the other's bewilderment.

Calypso, face flushed as he catches on, silently complies, making room for the other boy to crawl on top of him as he leans back and gets comfortable. He's about to open his mouth to question Sol's intentions, but the other is quick to talk over him.

"Good, perfect! You're so cute, I just wanna kiss your face." The praise makes Calypso avert his gaze.

Sol leans forward and smiles down at him. The sight makes Calypso's heart skip; he bites his lip. It's not often that Sol takes his mask off. His face is very pretty and soft looking.
Satisfied, the white-haired boy continues, fluttering his pale lashes and putting the charm on. "Hmmmmm... I suppose we could do that... But, I think I might wanna cuddle and play with your hair more. Kihi~"

"Oh dear lord," Calypso groans, his mouth running before he could stop it.
Being near the boy was nigh on torture on his heart as it was, let alone under the influence. He covers his face with an arm, half-tempted to shove Sol off of him. His curiosity gets the better of him, though, and once he takes a second to compose himself, he meets Sol's eyes again.

Sol's pink eyes were boring into him, a toothy grin plastered on his face.
"Kihihi... Unless my darling Calypso wants to play?"

"D-Darling?" Calypso sputters, taken aback.

"Did I stutter, sweetheart?"
Sol leans back, flipping his hair over his shoulders and making a motion to shrug his jacket off. He squints gleefully as he watches Calypso's expression contort before him.

Calypso swallows, trying his best to sound cool and composed. He fails, miserably, and his voice cracks.
"Are you... Propositioning me?"
Fuck.

"What if I am?~"

"... I've never-" Calypso starts.
Sol shushes him before he has the chance to continue his train of thought.

"Don't worry about it! I've got it covered. 'Sides..." His expression darkens, his smile becoming more sinister, more enticing.
"I can read you. There's nothing you need to hide from me."

Sol's face is hovering inches from Calypso's own at this point, waiting for his enthusiastic consent. Calypso can smell the vodka on his breath.
He lets out a dramatic sigh, holding onto his pride until the very last - he wasn't sure if it was just for show or not, but it hardly mattered.
"... If you insist."

"No lies, no vague statements! Yea or nay, say it direct!" Sol chirps. The sternness in his voice tips Calypso off that he's trying to provide him an escape, if he's not comfortable.
He snorts, finding it kind of funny, but ultimately so like him, to be worried about his comfort level only after invading his personal space. Not that Calypso really minded - he tended to be a bit more closed off than he liked to admit. Having someone be direct and proactive was refreshing, in a way.

Sol was about to speak again, but this time, Calypso was the one to interrupt him, gently placing a finger to the other's lips.
"... Yes."
It was soft, like a confession, and genuine.

Sol's eyes widened, narrowed, and closed, one of his characteristic giggles erupting from him in his excitement. Calypso knew at this moment that he was utterly defeated.
This was going to be a long, long night.