He's 'esperando' - waiting, but not for long. His fingers dance along his length, teasing, tantalizing, as he imagines your eyes on him. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths, the wet sounds of his stroking, the creaking of the bed as he shifts, seeking relief. He's a study in contrasts, his body tense, his movements languid, his mind a whirl of lust and anticipation. He's close, so close, the edge of pleasure within reach, and he's eager to take you there with him.