'Moi' is a symphony of self-love, his body a canvas of desire. He starts with a soft, exploratory touch, fingers tracing the length of his cock, feeling it pulse with anticipation. He takes his time, teasing himself with long, slow strokes, building a rhythm that mirrors the beat of his heart. His moans fill the room, a testament to his growing pleasure. He leans back, his body arching as his hand moves faster, his grip tightening. The room is filled with the scent of his arousal, a heady perfume that only serves to heighten his senses.