Ace, alone in his haven, indulges in a private, sensuous ritual. His hand, gentle yet firm, traces the length of his throbbing cock, drawing out each sensation. He leans back, his body arching slightly as he increases his tempo, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His moans, low and guttural, fill the room, a testament to his growing ecstasy. His body tenses, his abs clenching as he nears the point of no return, his hand a blur on his rigid shaft.