In the dimly lit room, a solitary figure, Curve, stretches out on the bed, his body a sinewy landscape of desire. His hand, calloused and strong, begins a slow, deliberate journey down his torso, tracing the curve of his abs. His cock, already hard, twitches with anticipation. He wraps his fingers around it, feeling the heat, the pulse, the velvety smoothness. His rhythm increases, his grip tightens, and his breath hitches as he brings himself closer to the edge. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, the slap of flesh against flesh, the wet sounds of his palm moving along his slick cock.