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The house is asleep, but his body is awake, yearning. In the quiet, he slips into bed, his down jacket a secret armor against the chilly air. His cock, hard and eager, finds its target, the softness of the bed a poor substitute for the warmth he craves. He humps, his movements careful yet insistent, the friction building a heat that spreads from his groin to the rest of his body. He clutches the pillow, biting back a moan as he comes, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm, the bed a silent accomplice to his forbidden nighttime delight.