The agent's secretive life leaves little time for intimacy, yet tonight, his hand offers a fleeting comfort. His fingerscurl around his shaft, feeling the pulse of his desire. He imagines the touch of a lover, the softness of a mouth, the warmth of a body. His strokes quicken, his breath hitches, and he's lost in the moment, his world reduced to the sensation in his hand and the impending explosion of pleasure. With a final, aggressive pump, he comes undone, his body shuddering as he spills into his awaiting palm.