GriffsxH, a man of few words, finds himself in a moment of solitude, the weight of the day's events pressing down on him. In the quiet of his room, he decides to seek solace in a familiar act. He strips off his clothes, revealing a toned, tattooed body, and settles onto his bed. His hand wraps around his already hardening cock, a low groan escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. The room fills with the sound of his hand moving rhythmically along his length, the scent of sweat and precum hanging heavy in the air. His breath comes in ragged pants, his abs contracting as he brings himself closer to release.