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In the quiet of his room, he stands before the mirror, a voyeur to his own desire. His hand wraps around his hardened length, the smooth skin gliding against his palm. He closes his eyes, lost in the sensation, his rhythm steady and sure. His body tenses, breath hitches, as he nears his peak. A low groan escapes his lips as he spills over, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release. In the aftermath, he stands there, a portrait of satisfaction, his body relaxed, his mind at peace.