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Cypher was an all powerful spy, of course he’d have access to the cameras that were all over the complex. There were cameras everywhere one would think; hallways, closets, training rooms, and even the dorms. The spy generally avoids snooping in the dorm rooms, while he is an informant he has little to no interest in his fellow teammates daily activities. Now, that's also not to say he was a saint either. On more than one occasion he has caught himself in Chambers dorm room camera, eyes tracing the Frenchman's godly sculpted body.
This time around, the informant is blessed to see Chamber returning to his room after a long day of missions. The person he was walking with says goodbye before walking away, as soon as that door closes his shoulders visibly slump and his entire prim and proper act flies out the window. Cypher considered himself far too lucky to be able to see Chamber in such a position. The other man leaves the camera's view for a while, leaving the spy to rethink his life choices. Until he returns into view a handful of minutes later. He had removed his signature vest and tie, his shirt was unbuttoned, and he was in just boxers. It truly was a present for Cypher, intended or not.
Chamber takes a less than graceful tumble into his bed, splayed out tiredly as he reaches for his phone to scroll though. Cypher takes his sweet time looking over the man's body, eyes tracing every curve and dip. Those delicious abs and perfect v-line, he can't help fantasizing about the man. Wondering what he'd look like on his knees with his cock pressed down his throat, tears rolling down his cheeks as he takes it all like the good little slut he is. The very thought shivers him to his core.
Cypher is too far into his own fantasies to notice that the Frenchman has stripped himself of his boxers, half hard cock on full display for the camera. When he refocuses finally, he's entirely taken away by the sight. Was he really this much of a pervert? His own question is answered when his dick jumps at the low groan Chamber makes as he rubs himself. The idea of Chamber being fully unaware of his watching makes him absolutely throb. What if Chamber knew somehow? What if he played unaware for the moment? What if someone walked in on his moment of voyeurism. He’s reaching his hand into his boxers and gripping himself without more of a second thought, groaning long and deep
Chamber sets his own pace, long and slow strokes, eyes focused on something on his phone. Cypher follows almost the exact same pace, as if having been told to do so. He almost whines from how slow it was, he wanted more. Needed more. Yet he still followed. Thankfully, the other man begins to move his hand faster, pressing his hips up into his hand to meet his down strokes. The spy takes in the beautiful sight before him, watching intently as the muscles in Chambers arms and thighs flex with every move.
There is a moment when Chamber looks towards the camera's general direction and Cypher freezes for a moment. Swearing in his mother tongue, his heart races as if he’d been caught. The other man looks away shortly after though, continuing his movements, long moans leaving his perfect lips. He gives no indication of knowing, so he writes it out as random and resumes his own actions.
Cypher moans low in the dark of his room, gripping the arm of his chair. He could already feel his release coiling in his stomach. The other man was just too much, too perfect, so fucking sexy. The rush of watching the other without his knowledge made it so much more, everything felt so much more heightened. He couldn’t bear to imagine the thought of someone walking in, catching him in the act. He could nearly cry from how intense everything felt. His fingers trembled with anticipation and excitement, so close, so close, so close. Every movement was electrified.
So close, so warm.
Right fucking there.
Chamber locks eyes with Cypher through the camera, a long smirk on those beautiful lips of his and the spy is spilling over his hand, a pitiful whimper leaving his lips.