In the dimly lit bedroom, he sits before the full-length mirror, eyes locked on his reflection. His hand, already slick with pre-cum, glides up and down his rigid shaft. The room echoes with his soft moans, the sound of flesh slapping flesh. His breath hitches as he imagines the reflection as an unseen lover, urging him on. The tension builds, his balls tighten, and with a final stroke, he erupts, his hot seed painting the mirror in thick, white streaks.