In the hushed silence of his private chamber, Gaius pays a lewd homage to the dark angel, April. His hand, slick with precum, slides up and down his throbbing cock, the only sound the wet smack of flesh on flesh and his ragged breathing. The air grows thick with the scent of sex as he loses himself in the taboo fantasy playing out on his screen. His body trembles as he approaches climax, his grip tightening on his pulsating cock. With a guttural moan, he spills his seed, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his hot, sticky offering, a perverse tribute to the unknowing object of his desire.