Alone in the bathroom, he indulges in his private pleasure. The room is filled with the sound of his hand working his cock, a steady rhythm that mirrors the beat of his heart. His skin is slick with sweat, the scent of his arousal heavy in the air. He imagines her, the way she tastes, the feel of her lips around his cock, and his own body responds, his muscles tensing as he nears his release. He bites back a groan as he comes, his cum painting the wall behind him, a secret testament to his desire.