In the heart of his sanctuary, Keef begins his ritual, the room bathed in a soft, warm glow. He traces the lines of his body, each touch igniting a spark, his cock hardening in anticipation. He takes his time, teasing himself, drawing out the pleasure. His hand, slick with pre-cum, glides effortlessly along his length, his grip tightening as he nears the edge. His body tenses, a low growl escaping his lips as he finds his release, ropes of cum painting his chest, his heart pounding in his ears.