The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin and the intoxicating scent of his own musk. He runs his hands over his body, feeling the heat and tension building. His mind races with images of slick, latex-covered friction and the raw, uninhibited sensation of skin on skin. He grips his cock tighter, his strokes becoming more urgent as he imagines the contrasting pleasure of each option. The room echoes with his moans, a testament to his building ecstasy, as he finally succumbs to his choice, his body shuddering with release.