Unseen hands guide him, unseen lips whisper encouragement. He feels a presence, an energy that spurs him on. His strokes become faster, more urgent. His breath hitches, his body tensing as he nears the edge. He imagines those unseen hands on him, those unseen lips around him. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, his body convulsing as he spills over his hand, his breath ragged, his heart pounding. Alone, yet not alone.