Loka, confined to his room, finds solace in his own touch. He strips, his body a canvas of desire, as he begins to pleasure himself. His hand, slick with pre-cum, grips his throbbing cock, pumping it with increasing urgency. He's a symphony of sensations, his body winding tighter and tighter, until he explodes, his orgasm ripping through him, painting his chest with his warm, sticky seed.