Lost in the throes of self-pleasure, he envisions their secret trysts, the stolen kisses, the illicit touches. His hand becomes his lover's, tracing the lines of his body, teasing his nipples, cupping his balls. He can almost feel the other's breath on his neck, hear his soft moans. His strokes become more urgent, his body tensing as he nears his climax, his lover's name a whispered prayer on his lips.