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In the present moment, he indulges, his body a canvas for his own pleasure. He grips his hardness, feeling the pulse of his own heartbeat. His movements become more urgent, his grip tighter. His eyes flutter closed, imagining unseen hands joining his, guiding him towards release. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering gasp, he spills over, his cum painting his stomach in warm, sticky lines.