The room is filled with the soft sounds of his own breathing, the rustling of sheets, and the gentle slap of flesh against flesh. His hand moves with purpose, knowing just how to touch himself to make his cock twitch and leak. He's a study in contrast, one moment tender, the next firm, always in tune with his own body's needs. His eyes flutter closed, his mouth opens in a silent moan, and he comes undone, his release painting stripes across his taut abdomen.