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The futon creaks softly as he shifts, his hand wrapped around his growing erection. He's in no rush, teasing himself with slow, deliberate strokes. The tension builds, his grip tightening, his hips bucking slightly. The room fills with his ragged breaths, his body tensing as he finally lets go, his cock pulsing as it paints his abdomen with warm, sticky cum.