The room is filled with the sound of his ragged breath and the soft, rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh. His hand works feverishly, his grip tight, his pace quickening. He's lost in the moment, his eyes closed, his head thrown back, completely absorbed in his own pleasure. His body tenses, his abs clenching as he nears his peak. A low groan escapes his lips, and then he's coming, his body jerking as he spills over, his hot, sticky release coating his hand and his cock. He collapses back, panting, his body still twitching with aftershocks, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth.