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Surveillance (nsfw)

Brett ended up just pacing around his office, trying to get himself back into the headspace he needed to actually do some work productively and effectively. The sight of the camera in the corner of his office reminded him he should probably check how Eddy tricked the guards with his escape attempt to avoid it happening again. He was also curious, as it could be a useful trick to know for himself.

Long strides took him to the surveillance room, almost running into one of his guards as he opened the door to the darkened room.

"Oh, boss, I was just about to go get you! I... uh, the prisoner is doing... something weird?" Inu said, and Brett pushed past him to see what he was talking about. He clicked a few times to get to the camera angle that showed what Eddy was up to the best and got an intense red over his cheeks as he saw the compromised position he was in.

"Do you want me to go tell him to stop, sir?" Inu asked, and Brett had to blink a few times before being able to think of a coherent answer. Just the image that had burned itself into Brett's mind made his body react.

"No, no. Actually, Inu, I think you've done well today. I'll take the surveillance for the shift, making sure the prisoner isn't up to any funny business, and you go home and get a day with your girl. How does that sound?" he said, way calmer than he felt. Inu looked like he was very happy with that suggestion.

"You... you mean that, boss?" he asked, looking almost teary eyed. "It's my girlfriend's birthday... It would be perfect to come home to her early..." Inu explained, and Brett almost pushed him out the door at that point.

"Of course, Inu. Get flowers for her on the way home. Good luck!" Brett said before shutting the door behind him and locking the door. When he turned back to the screen, Eddy had his nose buried in the shirt he had given him, still with his hips moving against the silky pillow. He turned up the sound, trying to convince himself it was just to figure out what he was up to despite it being glaringly obvious.

"Hmmm Brett," he heard over the loudspeakers, and a shiver traveled down his spine hearing it. He dumped down in the little office chair, unable to pry his eyes off the screen in front of him. He found his own hand copying Eddy's, breathing heavily as he touched his own nipple through the thin fabric of his button-up shirt. Eddy seemed to get more into it, and Brett matched it. In Brett's mind, the hip roll was replayed, making Brett's own respond.

"Hmmmmm," Brett heard, watching as Eddy's long, elegant neck was exposed to him. Brett imagined kissing it, marking it, making Eddy his. God, he knew he shouldn't want that, but he couldn't deny that he really did. His hand slid down to touch himself outside his pants, and he and Eddy let out moans together.

He watched Eddy get out of the bed, half expecting him to stop what he was doing, knowing he was being watched. Brett wasn't sure if he was relieved about that not being the case, and he was quick to swap over to the camera in the bathroom as Eddy moved in there.

"God," Brett breathed to himself as Eddy stripped, throwing the slightly stained white shirt to the side along with his underwear. He had seen Eddy in just his underwear before, but never without it. He let out a moan as he undid his zipper and pulled himself out in the open. He had never been a fan of live porn, but this was definitely something else.

The ring Eddy usually wore was placed on the sink, serving as a reminder to Brett of how bad his current actions were. His arousal made thinking impossible, at this point he'd rather deal with the consequences later.

He wasn't sure if Eddy knew how perfectly he had placed himself for the camera, how incredibly hot it was, how much it made Brett want to go to his room and have him. He got that confirmed when Eddy looked right into the camera through his lashes as he touched himself, and Brett felt like he was about to explode right there and then. His hand moved fast, his eyes fell closed for just a moment, trying to gather himself just slightly. He knew this was so wrong, he knew he shouldn't want this. Oh god, he was going to hell for this.

When he opened his eyes again, Eddy had a finger up his ass, which wasn't something Brett had expected to see, despite it not being completely surprising. Brett gasped louder than he was comfortable with while Eddy pleaded for more. He wanted to give it to him, wanted to fuck him.

"FUCK," Eddy cried out, and Brett groaned as he came a moment later. His mouth was hanging open and he was all sweaty, sticky and gross. It took a while before he regained his senses, but when he did, he was quick to collect himself and make himself look presentable enough to slip back to his room, hopefully unnoticed.

"He'll need a new shirt," he muttered to himself, still with cheeks burning.