In the quiet of his room, he begins, tentatively touching himself, his eyes closed, imagining unseen partners. He whispers "quien" into the silence, his strokes growing more confident, more urgent. The room fills with the scent of his arousal, the sound of his pleasure. He leans back, his body arching as he nears the peak, his breath coming in ragged gasps. With a final, guttural groan, he finds his release, his body shuddering with the intensity of his solo passion.