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The heat of the shower is nothing compared to the warmth spreading through him as he strips. His hands trace the lines of his body, pausing at the waistband of his underwear. He hooks his thumbs in, slowly revealing the object of his desire, already half-hard. The water cascades down his body as he takes himself in hand, his grip firm, his rhythm steady. The sound of the water mixing with his moans creates a symphony of sensation.