Unaware of the world outside, he gives in to his desire, fingers dancing over his firm flesh. His body responds, hardening, throbbing with need. He guides himself, building pressure, the air thick with his scent. His hips move in time with his hand, urgent, seeking. A groan escapes him as he reaches the peak, his body convulsing as he coats his hand with his essence, panting in the aftermath of his self-love.