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The evening's solitude fuels his desire, his hand working his shaft with an urgency born of a day spent in anticipation. His body tenses, every muscle taut as he nears the edge. His movements become frantic, his grip tightening as he chases his release. With a final, shuddering groan, he spills onto his stomach, the room echoing with the sound of his ragged breath.