Alone in his room, he can't resist the temptation any longer. He strips off his paj, his verga already hard and aching. He spits into his palm, wrapping his hand around his length, starting a steady rhythm. His gaze is fixed on the ceiling, his mind elsewhere, lost in his own world. He's not quiet, his grunts filling the room, his body arching off the bed as he nears his climax. He's not holding back, he's giving in, his body shuddering as he comes, his verga pulsing in his hand.