Eric, in the throes of self-pleasure, doesn't notice the quiet creak of the door. His hand works his cock with practiced ease, his hips bucking slightly as he loses himself in the sensation. The intruder, frozen in the doorway, watches as Eric's body tenses, his cock swelling in his hand. Eric's eyes fly open, meeting the stranger's gaze just as he comes, his body jerking as he spills over his hand. The room is filled with the scent of sex, the sound of their ragged breathing. Eric, his heart pounding, quickly cleans up, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and lingering desire.