The soft glow of the city lights outside painted faint silver streaks across the apartment walls, but inside Haruto's tiny Tokyo bedroom it was almost pitch black—only the faint orange pulse of the streetlamp filtering through the half-closed curtains. Haruto lay on his back exactly as Jenny had left him, completely naked now, the sheet kicked down to his hips. His chest rose and fell in the deep, even rhythm of deep sleep. His softening cock rested heavy against his inner thigh, the thick shaft still glistening faintly with the remnants of his earlier pre-cum release, the head slightly flared and shiny. A single thick bead of dried pre-cum clung to the slit before slowly trickling down the side in a lazy, viscous line, catching the low light like warm honey.
