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With the weight of the day's work finally lifted, he finds solace in the familiar rhythm of his hand. The creak of his chair, the rustle of his clothing, and the soft moans he can't quite suppress fill the silence. His body tenses, muscles taut as he edges closer to release, his mind a whirlwind of forgotten spreadsheets and the forbidden pleasure he's found in the stillness of the night.