As the house falls silent, Pau sneaks into the bathroom, his cock already hard and aching. The cool tile against his bare feet sends a shiver up his spine, making his nipples harden. He leans against the wall, his hand wrapping around his pulsating dick. The friction of his palm against his foreskin sends electric jolts through him. His strokes grow more urgent, his hips bucking forward. The bathroom is filled with the wet sounds of his hand working his cock, the smell of pre-cum heavy in the air. His grunts echo as he fucks his fist, his body tensing as he spills his load, painting the wall with his creamy release.