Rafael's eyes flutter closed as his hand works its magic, his grip firm and steady. He imagines a secret lover, their touch igniting every nerve ending. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, sending shivers up his spine. He leans back, his body arching, as he picks up the pace, his strokes becoming more urgent. His breath hitches, and his grip tightens as he feels the familiar build-up. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, his release painting his chest and hand, leaving him panting and spent in the aftermath of his private dance with desire.