Bernard finds solace in the soft glow of the abajur, its light barely piercing the darkness of his room. His heart races as he begins to touch himself, his hand tentatively exploring his body. He pushes his pants down, revealing his throbbing cock, already leaking with anticipation. The dim light dances on his skin as he starts to stroke, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. His moans fill the room, a symphony of his desires. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, and with a final, shuddering breath, he comes, his cum painting his stomach in the soft light of the abajur.