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In the hush of the night, the man's hand works his shaft with practiced ease, the rustle of leaves and distant hum of the city his only companions. The moon casts a silver glow on his skin, highlighting the veins that pulse with each beat of his heart. His grip tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent, until with a low groan, he comes, painting the earth with his essence.