A standard day of the week and standard work that came with the role of commander. It wasnt very interesting to say the least. In fact, as hours passed by, it had gotten quite mundane. Space, as beautiful as it was, could be quite boring. Especially since this system had no known enemy ships or bases within it. On board the Warhawk, within his personal quarters, sat Commander Zavir, idly reading over his datapad of tasks for the day. Knowing that he will have to stay here for a long time, he decided to make it a little more interesting for himself. 
Quietly and carefully he shifted around in his chair, rubbing his thighs together and grinding his ass against the chair. Within a few minutes, he was sitting with a lovely alien dick poking out from between his legs, and work would indeed get more interesting from there on. It was no surprise his new body became more sensitive when aroused, as he had chosen it to be that way when programming the bodymod. In fact, he looked forward to it whenever he had free time to himself to masturbate. 
He grabbed his reasonably sized shaft, and began stroking slowly, admiring the beautiful shade of amethyst it was. He sped up without realizing, having gotten lost within a mind full of pleasure, his datapad having fallen off his lap and to the floor. Unfortunately, at some point he felt a surge of pleasure rise up, which was not expected. Knowing of the possible mess that he was going to make, he stood up and rushed to the bathroom within his quarters, but that extra bit of movement was just enough to push him over the edge.
He let out a strangled grunt as he came, his seed spilling onto the floor. Forgetting about the mess, he just allowed himself to enjoy the moment of bliss, before it began fading away a few moments later. Afterwards, he grabbed a towel and mopped up his mess, before sitting down on his bed and continuing to read over his datapad.