Unbound: His Private Ritual

With a flick of his wrist, the lock clicks into place, sealing him off from the world outside. He slips off his clothes, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock already hard and aching. He sits on the edge of the bed, his fingers dancing over his skin, pinching, teasing, as he imagines another's touch. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his body coiling like a spring ready to snap. He throws his head back, a low groan escaping his lips as he spills over, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

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