A twink, clad only in socks, catches his reflection in the full-length mirror, admiring his lithe body. He can't resist the urge to touch himself, running his hands over his smooth, firm buttocks. His fingers linger, tracing the crack, before he gives in and slips a finger inside, teasing his hole. The sensation is exquisite, and he knows he can't stop now. He's soon lost in the rhythm, pushing his finger in and out, his breath coming in ragged gasps.