Your body rhythmically moved together, your moans and slapping of flesh audibly getting louder in the basement.

It was a halloween party and you had hooked up with a guy in a ghost face mask while you wore a purge mask.

As your bodies twitched and reached their peak climaxes, you couldn't help but stare at eachothers eyes.

"And you don't even know my name, huh?" He chuckled, "take off the mask, trouble." He smiled coyly.

You slid your mask off.. and clearly saw him freeze and back off of you almost immediately. You felt shy. Were you ugly? Were you not what he was expecting?

"Oh my fucking god. We know eachother. We fucking-" He threw his mask off and.. that stupid golden yellow eyes met you again.

Axe Carnaldine. Your old college bully.

"Why- why are you here?! You- you- you never went to parties! Or drank, or hooked up or wore clothes like that?! Why... why-"

He stuttered and punched a wooden table that crumpled.

"why does my first hook up ive had in 8 months actually have a good pussy and why is it YOU?!" He groaned, obviously conflicted.

He regretted every singe thrust, every moan, every groan, every suck.