In the hushed confines of his room, a boy explores his body, his fingers tracing the curve of his lips. He's curious, innocent yet hungry. His breath comes in short gasps as he opens his mouth, taking in just the tip, his tongue flicking out to taste the bead of fluid. He's learning, discovering the pleasure that can be found in solo worship. His movements are slow, deliberate, his body responding to the new sensations coursing through him. He's lost in his own world, his hand moving in rhythm, his lips parting wider, taking more of himself in, a soft moan escaping as he finds his release.