Finch's bedroom door clicks shut, sealing him off from the world. He turns to face the mirror, his reflection gazing back at him, hungry and wanton. He sheds his clothes, revealing his lean, muscular body. His hand moves to his cock, already hard and leaking. He strokes it, his eyes locked with his reflection's. He's both the lover and the loved, the pursuer and the pursued. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his strokes becoming more urgent. He's close, his body tensing, his cock throbbing. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his release painting the mirror, a testament to his private, carnal delight.