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The night calls to him, its silent presence urging him to shed his inhibitions and give in to the primal desires that course through his veins. He stands before the open window, his naked form bathed in the silvery glow of the full moon, his cock hard and aching for release. With a sigh, he takes his length in his hand, feeling the velvety smoothness of the skin stretched taut over the steel beneath. His strokes are slow and deliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through him, until he can hold back no longer. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his hot seed spilling over his hand and onto the floor, a testament to the carnal pleasure he has found in the darkness.