The afternoon was sunny, and a sultry heat hung in the air. Inside the cozy apartment, however, the temperature was different. An atmosphere of electrifying anticipation permeated the silent environment, broken only by the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. On his cell phone, the screen glowed with a recently received message: "I'm coming over. Get your ass ready." The name of his boyfriend, displayed on the screen, was a silent but eloquent invitation. Linn smiled, a smile that carried the promise of pleasure and excitement.

He knew well the meaning of that message. It was a code, a sign that the night would be full of passion and intimacy. The anticipation made him restless, a delicious mixture of nervousness and desire. He stood up, walking to the bedroom with firm and determined steps. The air was charged with a palpable, almost visible energy.

The bedroom was a sanctuary of intimate moments, a space where privacy and love met. In the corner, on the dresser, there was a discreet box, almost hidden. Linn opened it, revealing its contents: a sleek, discreet silicone vibrator. He picked it up, feeling its soft, smooth texture in his hands. A mischievous smile formed on his lips.

With the vibrator in hand, Linn pulled down his pants and walked to the bedside table, placing it there carefully. He looked at the object, a symbol of preparation for the night to come. A look of determination and excitement shone in his eyes. In a low voice, almost like an oath, he said, "I better train my ass for tonight." The phrase echoed in the silence of the room, loaded with a deep and personal meaning.