A youth, lost in his thoughts, finds himself in a moment of solitude. His hand, seemingly of its own accord, reaches up to his head, fingers entwining in his hair. He tugs gently, a soft moan escaping his lips. His other hand travels down, tracing the lines of his body until it reaches his throbbing erection. He wraps his hand around it, a jolt of pleasure coursing through him. He quickens his pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's so lost in his pleasure that he doesn't notice the door creaking open, a pair of eyes watching him from the doorway, taking in every intimate detail of his private moment.