As the clock strikes twelve, he retreats to his bedroom, the rest of the house silent. His heart races as he locks the door, the thrill of the taboo adding an extra spark to his solo session. He pushes his boxers down, his hard cock springing free. He takes his time, teasing himself, running his fingers along his sensitive flesh, imagining the touch of another. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, the sound of his heavy breathing, as he brings himself to a satisfying, shuddering climax.