His body responds to the soft, insistent touch, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He teases himself, tracing the veins, the sensitive head, before enveloping it in his fist. Each stroke is a journey, a dance of desire and control. His free hand wanders, pinching nipples, cupping balls, adding layers of sensation. His hips move instinctively, thrusting into his hand, chasing the release that builds like a storm on the horizon.