Arpus, in the throes of desire, retreats to his private sanctuary. His hands, confident and sure, free his aching cock from its constraints. He takes his time, exploring every inch of his rigid flesh, his thumb circling his sensitive tip, spreading a bead of pre-cum. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tightening, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body tenses, his abs clenching as he spills his load, his hot cum splattering onto his hand, a testament to his self-induced pleasure.