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Before the world awakens, he indulges in his secret ritual, a morning masturbation session that sets the tone for his day. The soft light from the window illuminates his naked form as he sits, legs spread, hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He's learned the art of edging, bringing himself close to climax, then backing off, drawing out the pleasure, making each stroke count. His breath hitches as he teases the sensitive underside of his cockhead, a droplet of precum glistening, a testament to his self-control. The room fills with his quiet moans, the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the soft squelch of his lubricated member. It's a dance of denial, a test of will, and he's the master of his own pleasure.