The soft cotton of his pajama pants does little to contain his growing excitement. His pene tents the fabric, a clear sign of his desire. He tentatively reaches down, fingers tracing the length of his hard cock through the thin material. A shiver runs through him, and he can't help but slip his hand inside, wrapping his fingers around his throbbing flesh. His strokes become more confident, more urgent, his hips bucking as he chases his release. The room is filled with the sound of his ragged breaths and the wet, slick sounds of his self-pleasure, his body tensing as he spills over the edge into ecstasy.