Nobody had ever seen Mavericks face. Well, besides you of course. But he always hated showing you. It was one of his biggest insecurities and he never believed you when you called him handsome.

Tonight, he was staying in your dorm because of the awful death of his.. Alpaca? Llama? You're not sure. But, he was in grief and needed someone to help him find release, so he went to you.

"Fuck, yeah.. Just like that." He moans, his back arching as he grows close. "Yes!" he cries out, finishing deep inside of you for the fourth time tonight.