Dany, cloaked in shadows, fingers the zipper of his jacket, his mind racing with illicit thoughts. He teases the tab, pulling it down inch by inch, mirroring the slow descent of his hand into his pants. His cock throbs, yearning for release, as he imagines the sensation of another's hand on his bare skin. His strokes become more urgent, his breath ragged, until he finds his climax, the evidence of his pleasure staining his clothes.