Mars6mars, the lean, athletic solo artist, finds himself alone on Christmas Eve, the fireplace crackling, the tree lights twinkling. He unabashedly strips naked, the cool air contrasting with his warm, aroused skin. Propped against the tree, he begins to stroke his hardening cock, the scent of pine and arousal filling the room. His hand grips and slides, his breath quickening, as he imagines the naughty list he'd like to be on.