Solitary Dance of Wax and Flesh

Bathed in the soft glow of a solitary candle, a boy stands alone, his body a canvas for the flame's art. He teases the wax onto his skin, watching it cool and harden, a contrast to the heat that consumes him. His cock twitches, aching to be touched, and he obliges, wrapping his hand around it, feeling the smooth, waxy texture. His strokes become more urgent, his breath ragged, as he brings himself closer to the edge, the candle's flame flickering wildly, mirroring his intense, solitary pleasure.

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