Samus' muscles ripple with each wave of discomfort, his black hair glistening with sweat as he fights the urge to let go. His breath hitches, and his hips betray him, giving tiny thrusts of anticipation. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths and the rustle of his clothing, amplifying the intimacy of his struggle. His need becomes our need, and we're drawn into his private, desperate dance with nature.