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The clock strikes twelve, signaling the start of his private ritual. In the safety of his room, he strips bare, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat building within. His eyes flutter closed as his hand wraps around his throbbing cock, the steady motion bringing him closer to the edge. His body tenses, muscles coil, and with a final, shuddering gasp, he finds release, painting his chest with his essence, a silent testament to his late-night tryst.