The room's warmth is nothing compared to the heat building within him. He's a volcano, ready to erupt, and the fire's flickering light only amplifies his desire. His hand moves expertly, his grip firm, his rhythm steady. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and sex, his groans echoing in the empty room. His body convulses as he comes undone, his release coating his hand and stomach, a testament to his intense, private moment of bliss.