Madrugada, the wolf's howl echoing his own primal urges, the young man surrenders to the allure of the night. His room, a sanctuary of shadows, is filled with the soft sounds of his own desires. The air is thick with the scent of his own musk, a testament to his growing arousal. His hands, calloused from a day's work, are gentle yet firm as they guide his cock to full, throbbing hardness. His body, slick with sweat, arches in response to his touch, a symphony of sensation playing out in the quiet of the night.