Hidden away, the eager candidate strokes his length, his breath hitching as he revels in the touch of his own hands. His eyes flutter closed, imagining unseen partners as he works himself into a frenzy. The room fills with the wet sounds of his pleasure, the scent of musk and desire hanging heavy in the air. He's a solo symphony of carnal delight, his body tensing as he nears his peak, his voice a low, guttural moan as he paints his chest with his release.