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Xander Cage

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Mun/Muse 21+ Written by Erick

Est. 1/2017

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There’s a smug sort of satisfaction seeing Xander looking for some ulterior motive on his part. It’s become something of a game, pretending to want nothing and then lunging to take the upper hand or merely wanting nothing. Strange as it was, Xiang thrived off the thrill and chaos of pushing and taunting just to see how Xander will react, seeing what the next big high they can chase together will be when they lay their cards out.

A chuckle slips free, muffled into the twisted up pile of blankets as he hears that grumbling comment. He can see it in Xander’s eyes, that twinkle of choices dancing around – no doubt he’d already contemplated pouring water on him instead but he knows Cage isn’t that much of an ass. That and he wasn’t five years old. So obviously when Xander wants him to come and get it, that means Xiang doesn’t play like his opponent is five years old.

So he’s lifting up his body just enough that he can meet Xander’s eyes, that mischievous gleam in his gaze. Lips part and Xiang leans forward, head tilted up as he opens his mouth just a little further.

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Your move Xander.

It would honestly be easy to give in and pour water into his mouth. It would. Way too easy, though, and that would mean Xiang had won, and Xander had enough say in this little dance of theirs to say that he didn’t win unless Xander felt like letting him. Today was not one of those times, because this was his house and no matter how much he wanted to fuck that ass into the mattress, he wasn’t gonna fall for this. Not this easily at least. 

They’ve been working together long enough that they know how to play together, too, that even if this is something as mundane as getting the other a drink of water, there was still a thrill in this, because Xiang had an ulterior motive. He had no clothes on, which meant this was only going to end one way, but Xander had control now. Besides, he looks so nice sitting there, mouth open like he’s waiting for a cock. 

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That, of course, was not what he put in there. Not that quick. The water bottle is held lazily at his side as he takes a couple steps forward, closes the distance and envelops those lips with his own. “You still want water?”