In the quietude of his space, he indulges in his own company. His hand wraps around his stiffening cock, moving with languid intent. He takes his time, exploring every ridge, every vein, as if it's the first time. His breath deepens, matching the rhythm of his strokes. The room is filled with the symphony of his pleasure, the wet sounds of his hand working his dick, his soft grunts echoing in the silence. He's in no rush, savoring every moment of his solo dance.