Shay, the emo twink with a penchant for rule-breaking, finds himself alone in the dimly lit room. His hands wander, tracing the lines of his body, his breath hitching as he reaches his cock. He strokes it slowly, feeling the velvet softness, the steel hardness. His other hand slips down, rubbing his tight hole, making him gasp. He pushes a finger inside, his body responding with a wave of pleasure. He's close, his breath coming in short gasps, his body tensing as he brings himself to the edge and tips over, his cock pulsing as he comes undone.