In the dead of night, Kayce's soloboy retreats to his room, driven by primal urges. He strips, his cock already hard, and sprawls on the bed, clicking play on his laptop. Porn fills the room, its explicit sounds mingling with his own ragged breaths. He jerks off, his hand working his cock expertly, lubed by his own saliva and pre-cum. His body arches, back bowed, as he nears climax. He moans, a raw, animal sound, as he comes, his cock pulsing, painting his skin with rope after rope of hot, white cum. He collapses, spent, in a mess of his own making, the room filled with the scent of his lust.