With a jacket on, he creates a barrier between his body and the world, yet his hands know no bounds. They roam freely, caressing his chest, tracing the lines of his abs, before moving lower to cup his hardening cock. His breath hitches as he grasps himself, the fabric of his jacket rustling with each desperate stroke. His pleasure mounts, the room filling with his muffled moans as he chases his release, jacket still firmly in place.