In the quiet of his sanctuary, he begins his ritual. The room fills with the soft sound of skin on skin as his hand grips his pulsating cock, guiding it with expertise. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation, his other hand cupping his balls, gently rolling them. The air grows thick with the scent of his arousal, his body tensing as he nears his peak. With a low groan, he releases, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and abdomen with his warm, sticky cum.