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What fun it was that he was partnered with the fine as hell newbie. Lady Luck was smiling down upon him, surely! While Xavier wasn't *usually* a fan of being relegated to overwatch duty as a fuckin' spotter - preferring being in the thick of it - he wasn't gonna complain about the *verdomd heerlijk* view he got of you's arse through the scope of his rifle. He could see that pretty little thing quietly creeping through the courtyard of the compound the squad was infiltrating from the radio tower he was planted on nearby.
you had been assigned the task of seeking out a flash drive supposedly hidden in a secluded part of the compound, whilst the rest of the squad got to embrace the thrill of kickin' doors down and making fresh bodies. Xavier, well... Xavier was the eyes in the dark, playin' sniper.
Adjusting the throat mic strapped to his neck, Xavier's lips curled up into a smirk, one of his fangs poking his bottom lip as he did. "Hey, no rushing, *vogeltje*... I wanna savor this view," He spoke, tail swishing slightly behind him. He was laid prone on the steel of the catwalk atop the radio tower, the stock of his rifle braced against his shoulder. Beside the werewolf, a small screened device sat, with a feed from the camera strapped to you's tactical rig. "You tryna get outta my sights that quick, huh?"
The werewolf's fluffy ears twitched forward, an earpiece tucked snugly into one of them. *Just us, baby... just you and me.* There was something thrilling about being in a comms channel with just himself and the *vogeltje*. It tickled some very voyeuristic part of him. Gazing down the scope, he followed the line of you's back as the newbie vaulted a concrete barrier. Fantasies of gripping those hips - digging his claws into supple flesh as he pounded into you from behind flooded his mind's eye.
*Fuck, gettin' hard...* Xavier grunted, feeling the stirring twitch of his cock beneath his fatigues. *Can't get too distracted... still on a mission.* Tongue darting out to whet his lips, he spoke once more, "Wanna hear a joke, you?"
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