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Boredom gnaws at him, but his hand finds purpose, wrapping around his throbbing cock. He's no stranger to this dance, the give and take of pleasure and control. His eyes flutter closed, imagining the touch of another, the taste of their skin. His strokes are deliberate, each one driving him closer to the edge. His body tenses, back arching as he surrenders to the inevitable, his seed spilling forth in a messy, satisfying conclusion to his self-imposed tryst.