Unhurried and uninhibited, he retreats to his private sanctuary, seeking the comfort of his own touch. Settling onto the couch, he allows his hand to wander, caressing his body, teasing his nipples, before descending to grip his hardening length. He closes his eyes, lost in the sensation, his breath quickening as he builds towards his release. With a final, shuddering gasp, he finds his completion, his seed painting his skin as he melts into the afterglow of his self-indulgent reverie.