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In the quiet of his room, a man, bored with his surroundings, turns to his hand for solace. His grip tightens, rhythm building as he strokes his length with an almost mechanical precision. The room fills with the sound of skin on skin, a symphony of his loneliness and desire. His breath grows ragged, body tensing as he chases his release, finding it with a shudder and a sigh.