|Territory Extra: Hypocrisy
Author: Guede Mazaka
El muttered and turned over, absently pushing Sands into a better pillow. In retaliation, Sands elbowed both the mariachi and Miguel, the latter of whom was stupid enough to whack Sands. Grumbling, Seth reared up and tossed Miguel down to the end of the bed before he and Sands could fuck up the mattress again with their snippy fights.
"Go play down there," Seth growled. So Miguel did, and Christ, but Seth should not be able to feel the little spring-haired bastard's tongue through boot leather. Or the rasp of teeth, dulled but still capable of prickling his skin. Miguel twisted across to nuzzle at a bemused El's boots, then sank his teeth into the ankle, just over the spur.
Which earned him a snarl and a wrenching yank back up, arms pinned behind his back so Seth had free access to Miguel's wriggling front. "And you thought we were weird," Gecko snorted through a mouthful of twitching, moaning flesh. He ran his hands over the other man, occasionally bumping into the other four hands. "Shows what you know."