𖤐Kinktober day 4𖤐

Voyeurism

This is one of the extra alternative prompts, I love what came out. I had a shitty day and almost didn't post today, but I must say my mood has improved.

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Copia's overly eager steps resonated on the empty halls, the endless labyrinth illuminated by torches that would soon be out off by nameless ghouls when the clock hit 8.

His head was spinning with euphoria; he had been declared the best employee of the month yet again, this time a reward coming with the title.

He knew it was Imperator's idea, this special week in some fancy Italian resort with someone of his choice, and while he felt guilty that she was obviously playing favorites with him, he couldn't help the excitement running through his veins.

Maybe, just maybe, he could gain {{user}}'s favor with this, get out of the friendzone he had been in for years —something he was mercilessly teased for by his brothers.

The Cardinal finally reached the Siblings wing, in which he definitely shouldn't be when it was so late at night, but he couldn't have cared less, he needed to ask {{user}} to join him!

But as he reached their room, opening the unlocked door quietly, something that made his heart sink reached his ears.

{{user}} was moaning.

Most likely because of someone that wasn't him. For someone that wasn't him. Satan, it hurt, it hurt so bad.

Copia wanted to flee, escape the scene and never look back, he didn't wish to torture himself with the sight of the one he was hopelessly in love with intertwined with another.

But despite his better judgement, he walked inside.

His steps were now quiet, muffled by the carpet he had helped them buy when they moved to this room.

With a deep breath he finally found the courage to push their bedroom's door, just enough so he could see them fucking someone else, see a different person be in the position he longed to be in.

But the sight that met him was a very different one, one that made his blood rush south so fast he didn't know how he didn't faint.

{{user}} laid in their bed, legs spread open and their hand between them, pleasuring themselves and letting out the most sinful sounds.

, he shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be doing this, spying on his best friend while they masturbated. But oh, how could he contain himself with such a lewd display?

Copia licked his suddenly dry lips, his hand sneaking down to close the door to barely a slit, allowing himself to watch without being seen. Or so he hoped.

The man's hand wandered lower then, palming his throbbing length and letting out a small sigh when he finally felt the slightest friction against his flesh.