Will smirked, throwing the latch on the door and following the young man to the sofa, looking him over critically, before planting one hand on the youth's collar and pushing him down flat onto the sofa, while using his own knee to part his legs, kneeling between them. It was then he let his hands stray down the youth's front and unfasten the buttons, leaning down to bite again at his lip.
"You are a dirty, dirty rich boy." He said, sitting up slightly, hand moving down between the youth's legs, stroking the tight opening again before uncorking the vial.