The teen's room is a sanctuary of sorts, a place where he can indulge in his fantasies without judgment. He's been stressed, his mind racing with thoughts of exams and the future. But here, in this moment, all that matters is the sensation of his hand wrapped around his cock. He's rough with himself, his strokes urgent and aggressive. His body is a canvas of pale skin and sharp angles, his cock a stark contrast, thick and red. He fucks his hand, his hips moving in a rhythmic dance, his body tensing as he chases his release. When it finally comes, he collapses onto his bed, his body slick with sweat and cum.