In the quiet of his room, he slips into her pajamas, the silk whispering against his skin, a intimate dance. His cock hardens, tenting the fabric, as he runs his hands over the smooth material, imagining her in it. He slowly strokes himself, the friction building, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room fills with his scent, his pleasure, as he chases his release, the remnants of her perfume mingling with his musk.