not maybe, definitely

As the vagabond nestled his body over the empress' like a blanket, he felt those slender white-gloves forelegs slide up over his chest, looping his neck to grab ahold of him while she held his gaze, losing herself equally into his aquatic eyes as he was into those twilit jewels. Venom looked positively intoxicated in every way—high, drunk, and hungry. No doubt Maverick wore a similar expression of base contentment himself, though he would soon join her in the sexual bliss she'd just enjoyed. Something in Venom's eyes was sparkling with a life that hadn't been there before. He only noticed it now, after he'd brought her to climax, after he'd teased her and poked fun at her and nipped at her paws. It was a sort of attraction he couldn't put his paw on, but he was in no state of mind to be trying to reason out what he was seeing. Venom whispered in husky, heated breaths that she was ready, and he could feel the eagerness in her body pressed so tightly to his own.

Maverick grinned and gave a slow roll of his hips against Venom's, grinding their bodies together in a delightful way that stole his breath away. His paws flexed on reflex, gripping tighter to his evening lover while he teased and tormented her for just a moment longer. He wanted that buildup, that anxious waiting. It would make Venom appreciate the moment he finally had her even more satisfying. While he pressed himself too her and ground his arousal to her more sensitive areas, Maverick closed the gap between their lips once more, locking their muzzles in a slow and sensual kiss. His breathing deepened, his muscles quivering with an anxious need while he teased himself as well in the process and tasted the empress once more. Then he slid his hips back, aligning himself to Venom, and broke their kiss the moment he pressed forward into her. He wanted to see the look on her face at that first moment of joining them together as one.

Pleasure in the form of velveteen softness and unbelievable warmth hit him like a truck, and Mav bit his lip to stifle a throaty groan. Pale turquoise eyes disappeared behind heavy lids that fluttered from the rush of ecstasy the union of their bodies created. Venom felt incredible! Her ex-husband most certainly had to have been gay if he was willing to give this up! "Fuck, Venom...!" he gasped out while he sank into her bit by bit. Claws raked against Venom's back, leaving thin pink lines of scratches beneath her dark fur where he gripped her and helped hold her hips steady while he moved. Maverick grit his teeth and grunted through their initial connection, then let out a heavy exhale, his breath quivering along with his body, savoring the pleasure of bedding the Ashen alphess. Though part of Maverick wanted to let go and enjoy his time with Venom to the fullest, he was ever mindful of her body's state and just how much she could take; he would not push his luck tonight.

The dire brute gave her a few moments to adjust and settle in, watching for any show of discomfort while he began to build a rhythm with his thrusting hips, watching for any signs of discomfort or pain from his lover. Together their bodies entwined and slid across the makeshift bedding, Mav losing himself to the point where he was seeing stars it all felt so good! Hind paws braced against the furs while he took Venom in a manner somewhere between lovemaking and fucking, not quite tender and gentle yet also not rough. It was a kind of sex tailored especially to her needs tonight. Maverick was a great number of things, but a generous lover was among the top of that list. He'd be sure Venom was in for a treat tonight.

"Maverick"