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In the quiet of his room, he begins, his hand a blur as it works his hardened length. The friction is intense, his breath coming in short gasps. He's eager, his body tense, his eyes closed, lost in his own world. His movements quicken, his grip tightens, and with a final, shuddering breath, he comes undone, his seed spilling over his fingers.