The twink's room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of his own musk. He's on his bed, legs spread, fingers dancing over his tight hole, teasing it before moving back up to his cock. He's rock hard, leaking, his grip firm as he jerks himself off. His body writhes, hips bucking, as he chases his release. With a guttural moan, he comes, his cum painting his chest and stomach, leaving him panting and spent in the aftermath.