The room is bathed in a warm, amber glow, the air filled with the faintest hint of his cologne. His pajamas, a soft shade of navy, contrast with his smooth, tanned skin. As his hand moves with increasing urgency, the fabric tents, outlining the hard length beneath. The sound of his hand moving along his shaft is the only noise in the otherwise silent room, a rhythmic, wet sound that echoes his increasing desire. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as he spills into his hand.