In the hushed quiet of his room, he stands naked, his reflection in the mirror a stranger yet familiar. His hand, tentative at first, traces the lines of his body, each touch igniting a spark. He closes his eyes, lost in the sensation, his mind painting vivid images that fuel his arousal. His grip tightens, his rhythm quickens, a symphony of pleasure building to a crescendo, until he's left gasping, his body coated in a sheen of sweat and satisfaction.