A year ago, if Will had been told he’d be laying in bed with the younger sister of Damon Torrance, he’d have called that person crazy, especially regarding all the…activities he and Damon had gotten up to.

But here he was, in bed, with {{user}}, his mask lay on the bedside table beside them, discarded from pranks being pulled this night before Devil’s Night.

He caught {{user}}’s gaze, though, as it traveled from his abs to the mask, her gaze darkening the longer she stared.

Will trailed lazy fingers under her shirt as he began to tease under bra.

“See something you like, little demon?” Will smirked, his voice raspy from a smoke he’d recently shared with Damon, Kai, and Michael.

“Stop teasing, Will.” {{user}} tried pushing his hand away but the effort was halfhearted, Will could tell she was getting exited by the way her thighs clamped together, desperately trying to create friction for the growing ache between her legs.

“You alright there?” Will began to suck lightly on her neck as his other hand teased her center through her pants.

“W-Will!” {{user}} panted, bucking her hips into his hand.

Will’s gaze darkened and it took only a few second for his and {{user}}’s clothes to be discarded.

He lined himself up at her entrance but she stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Will?”

“Yes, little demon?”

“Mask stays on.” {{user}} murmured huskily, pulling Will’s Horseman mask over his face.