In the dim light of his room, he stands naked, his limp dick hanging heavy and ignored. Yet, he finds pleasure in its state, a perverse joy in the lack of attention. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the soft skin, the gentle give. His other hand cups his balls, letting them rest in his palm. He's not hard, not even close, but the touch, the sensation, it's enough. It's more than enough. He leans back, his eyes closed, a small smile playing on his lips as he enjoys himself, just as he is.