As the sun streams in, Martio stirs awake, his body tingling with anticipation. He reaches down, finding his rigid cock already tenting the sheets. The sight of his own arousal sends a jolt of pleasure through him as he begins to stroke, the friction of his hand on his sensitive skin drawing out a low moan. The rhythm builds, his grip tightening as he imagines a pair of soft lips wrapped around his length. His breath hitches, his body tensing as he nears the edge, the room filling with the scent of his own musk.