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The beat of the music still resonates in his chest as he retreats to the privacy of his room. His heart races, not just from the dance floor, but from the secret touches and stolen glances that have left him aching. Alone now, he lets his hands wander, tracing the lines of his body, feeling the heat of his desire. He teases himself, drawing out the pleasure, until he can't take it anymore. He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking firmly, urgently, until he finds his release, gasping and spent, in the quiet, intimate dance of his own making.