His entire body was tense in arousal while the video was loading. He passed the tongue by his dry lips and waited.

The black rectangle changed to a blue background with a phrase.

Tintin; Solitary Pleasure

This was the ultimate proof his eyes didn't cheat on him. Who else had a name like that?

Haddock swallowed hard as the image lightened. Part of a king-sized bed was seen in a room. Someone was lying there, under the covers.

What! Wait a minute! Where he had seen that room before?

The bundle in the bed moved and an adorable face appeared. The young man stretched out his arms and turned the ginger head to the camera. It seemed that the device was on the bedside table.

His own room in Moulisart!

He was filming and exposing himself under the very same roof as him!

Dark, sweet eyes seemed to fix him and distracted him to his thoughts. He was lying on his belly and had his arms around the pillow.

Oh, hello…

The Captain's eyes widened. Blistering Barnacles!

I'm feeling so horny, you know…but I'm all alone…

The boy furrowed his eyebrows at that words, and the Captain's heart melted.

Archibald Haddock, old fool, the boy is talking to a camera, don't forget it!

Tintin pushed back the covers, showing he was only wearing a pair of short boxers. Haddock lost himself in the creamy white skin, covered with little freckles. Two small, light-brown nipples begged to be touched and licked. He could see he was already erect through the boxers.

Like he was himself.

Like it? Want to see more, hum?

The boy's angelical voice was driving him crazy. It was bewitching and so contradictory to what would come…

I wanted so much someone touch me…

Still facing the camera, Tintin trailed a hand down his chest, past his stomach to the waistband of the boxers. His eyes closed and he moaned teasingly. The youth got out the bed and stood. He began to slide slowly the boxers with a mischievous smile, turning around like he had some other idea in mind. The short, tight boxers left almost nothing to the imagination; the twin globes were almost visible through the fabric; the beginning of the butt crack was visible above the waistband.
Tintin turned his head and, winking, dropped the boxers below the buttocks, peachy and soft like Haddock guessed they are.
The older man gulped and his cock throbbed.