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In the quiet of his bedroom, he begins, his voice barely a whisper, "Fuck, I'm so hard." He strokes slowly, building a rhythm, his grip tightening as he pictures a lover's touch. His breaths grow ragged, his moans louder, "I'm gonna... no, not yet." He pauses, gritting his teeth, then resumes, his hand a blur, his dirty talk escalating until he finally grants himself release.