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Alone in the dim light, he gives in to the primal urge, his hand working with practiced ease. The sensation builds, a slow burn that consumes him, his grip tightening as he nears the edge. His body tenses, a silent scream on his lips as he spills over, the evidence of his solo delight coating his hand.