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In the dim glow of his lamp, he sits, his mind hazy from the high, his body aching with need. He runs a hand over his chest, his fingers catching on his nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. He wraps a hand around his length, feeling the heat of his own palm. He closes his eyes, imagining hands other than his own, lips wrapping around him, sucking him deep. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. He feels the pressure building, his balls tightening, and with a low groan, he comes, his body shuddering with the force of it, his cock pulsing in his hand.