With a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, he steps into the shower, the cool tiles grounding him. The water turns hot, and he lets it wash over him, feeling every droplet. His mind wanders, and his hand drifts, finding his already hardening cock. He imagines hands other than his own, lips that aren't his to bite, and he's lost in the fantasy. His strokes become urgent, his body arching as he chases his pleasure, the sound of the water and his own ragged breaths filling the room.