Ethan, alone in his bedroom, gives in to his primal urges. His fingers trace the contours of his chest, moving lower to tease his nipples into hard peaks. He bites his lip, suppressing a moan as his hand wraps around his rigid cock. His movements become more urgent, his grip tighter, as he builds towards release. The room fills with the scent of his sweat and the sound of his ragged breaths, a symphony of his solitary pleasure.