In the dimly lit, intimate space of his room, a young man stands before a full-length mirror, his reflection staring back at him with hunger. He's alone, but the mirror makes it feel like a dance, a private show. He grips his hard cock, the smooth skin warm and taut, and begins to stroke. His eyes locked on the reflection, he watches his hand move, feeling every ridge, every pulse. The room fills with the soft sounds of his pleasure, the wet noises of his palm gliding over his length.