The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of flesh against flesh as the young man explores every inch of his body. His hands, slick with lubricant, trace the curve of his ass, pausing to tease the tight hole before moving on. His cock, hard and aching, is a tool of pleasure, used with skill and precision. He imagines hands other than his own, lips that aren't his own, and the fantasy fuels his desire. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering cry, he spills his load, painting the mirror with his white, sticky desire.