Axthot, in his private sanctuary, begins his solo dance. The 'weocu' symbol on his hip seems to pulse with life as he touches himself, his hands charting a familiar path. His cock awakens, standing proud, and he takes it in his hand, his thumb swirling over the sensitive head. His breath hitches, his body arching as pleasure courses through him. The room is filled with the sound of his ragged breaths and the slick slide of his hand on his cock. He's close, his body trembling, his grip tightening. With a strangled groan, he comes, his release spilling over his fingers, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He collapses back, his body slick with sweat, his heart pounding, his secret moment of pleasure complete.