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In the quiet of his room, he begins, his fingers tracing patterns on his skin, sending shivers down his spine. His moans are soft at first, barely audible, but they grow louder, more insistent as he loses himself in the sensation. The wet sounds of his pleasure fill the room, a symphony of desire that builds and builds until it reaches a crescendo, his body tensing, his moans echoing as he finds his release.