Hidden from the world, he indulges in his secret passion. The room is his sanctuary, his body the temple. He explores every inch, every curve, every sensitive spot. His breath hitches as he grips himself, feeling the velvet steel beneath his fingers. He imagines hands other than his own, voices other than his own, but it's just him, alone, in the dance of desire. His movements become urgent, his touch firm, as he chases the sweet oblivion that only he can give himself.