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In the quiet of the morning, his body betrays him, rising to the occasion with an insistent throb. He can't help but wrap his hand around his thickness, the soft skin slick with pre-cum. His hand moves, slow and steady, tracing the vein that runs along his length, his body tensing as he nears his climax. The room is filled with his ragged breaths, his hand moving faster, his grip tightening as he finally finds his release, his body shuddering with satisfaction.