MALA MIA

Most of my muses are some form of vers, so this can be arranged in most cases but these come to mind because they’re mainly bottoms. loool 

Javier

Jackson 

If Diego was pressed back up against Trent, slotted against him like a puzzle piece that clicked into place, then that was between them. If he liked to occasionally (occasionally) be the little spoon, and have the smaller man hold onto him as if he would float away, then that was his business and no one else’s. 

He was beginning to stir awake when he heard Trent whisper against his neck, making him laugh softly, moving to press a kiss to Trent’s hand. 

“I guess that explains why I’m so goddamn sore,” he said, laughing harder. He felt so comfortable with him. 

“If I knew that I could replace my workouts with this, I would’ve done it a long time ago. Wouldn’t have to fight over assholes hogging the equipment.” 

He pushed back against him, swiveling his hips a little, smiling to himself as he did so. It was fun to push Trent’s buttons. If he felt his cock rub against him, that was only extra. He never expected to like that feeling so much, having a man’s cock right up against him, but he did. 

“So, I’m guessing that means you had a good time? Sheesh. I didn’t even have to bring out the leather or anything. I know you like the mask, everyone loves the frickin’ mask.”

He turned slightly, moving to face Trent, a wicked smile on his lips. “You got another round in you? I have to deal with my siblings later and I could use the stress relief. I can feel the headache coming on already.” 

Alvaro was a respectable man, one who very rarely allowed himself to be sloppy. He would even go as far as to say that he was never sloppy, even if he was lying to himself by doing so. 

He was a man of pride, suits, and well groomed hair, no detail ever out of place. Pristine. 

He wasn’t sure how ended up with one of his colleagues in his bed, but there he was, going against so many of his own personal rules. All so he could know what it felt like to have Garrett wrapped around him, to hear him call out his name in a breathy moan, a curiosity that he had satisfied. He briefly wondered what it would take to do so again. Was it wrong of them to do this? They were both adults, and emotionally mature, right? They had to be in their line of work. Nothing could go wrong. 

He hadn’t realized he was staring until Garrett spoke up, snapping him out of his thoughts. The man’s words caused his cheeks to heat up, looking away. Very few people ever saw this side of him. The one before he put on the face he needed to face the world. His hair was disheveled, and he was still naked, his clothes on the other side of the room, neatly folded and set aside even in their moments of passion. 

“Flattery.” He answered with a chuckle, sighing and moving to hold Garrett. They were friends, this was fine. Friendly behavior. “Flattery always works like a charm, doesn’t it? It’ll get you pretty far with me.” 

He ran a finger down his chest, his touch soft and barely there, “How are you feeling?” He paused, scrunching his face at what he’d said, mildly disgusted with himself. “Sorry, force of habit.” 

“So, do you want to do this again or should we go have brunch? I’m very open to either, personally.” 

Jose did not like mornings. He was a responsible adult, sure, one who was always punctual and looked down on others who weren’t, but he still hated mornings. With a passion.

In his grogginess he hadn’t even registered that he had picked up Malcolm’s sweater and put it on. All he knew was that he needed to brush his teeth and have a cup of coffee, otherwise he was going to go insane. 

There was a pleasant soreness in his muscles as he made his way to the kitchen, a reminder of all the things he had done with Malcolm hours prior. He thought about it for a second, and finally realized he was wearing Malcolm’s sweater, the only article of clothing he had on other than his underwear, Malcolm’s scent surrounding him. He smelled nice. Really nice.

He raised a brow when he heard Malcolm approach, taking the freshly brewed coffee and pouring himself a cup. The only thing stronger than the man’s scent on him. 

“Thankfully I didn’t put on your underwear too,” he answered, taking a sip of his coffee and letting out a sound that was probably familiar. “Sorry if I’m stretching it out, I can get you a new one. I think we’re similar builds though, shouldn’t be too bad.” 

He took another sip, “Want some coffee, handsome? It’s not everyday I see someone the next morning, or fall asleep with them, for that matter. Might as well have some coffee with me.” As easily annoyed as Jose was, he actually found himself enjoying the other’s presence. Enough so that he wasn’t rushing to find an excuse to be alone.  “It’s my day off, so I’m in a great mood. I would’ve had to get up far earlier if not.”

It was early morning, enough so that Joseph was still trying to hide his face from the streams of sunlight travelling through the room. He was, of course, mostly awake, but he didn’t want to be. He’d had a long night of fun with one of his dancing buddies, Mason. As soon as he’d seen him, Joseph had known they would end up like this, and there they were. 

The words made him laugh, giving away the truth that he was awake. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at Mason softly. “You were moanin’ like a little bitch when I did it, better not fucking complain.” He moved to sit up, winking at him, one of his hands moving to grab onto his own crotch suggestively. He bit his lip, feeling his half hard morning wood in his hand, “You know we could go for another round. I ain’t got shit to do for a few hours so...you down for it, or what?” “I could give you some more hickeys, think I missed a few spots.”