Steven's boy, alone and unafraid, indulges in his desires. The room is dim, shadows playing across his naked form as he reclines, one hand tucked behind his head, the other wrapped around his stiff cock. He strokes slowly, languidly, his hips rising to meet his hand. His eyes flutter closed, lips parted, as he loses himself in the sensation. His breath comes in short gasps, the only sound in the room besides the soft slap of flesh against flesh.