In the dim lighting of the bathroom, an unnamed figure stands before the sink, his hand wrapped around his hard cock. He tugs slowly, building a steady pace as he loses himself in the sensation. The room is filled with the sound of his hand moving over his flesh, the wet noises echoing off the tiles. His grip tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent as he nears his climax. With a final, deep groan, he comes undone, his cum splattering into the sink, the evidence of his solo pleasure left to be washed away with the morning's first rinse.