"Guess I'd better." He grabs hold of Scar's head by his hair and knocks it sharply against the floor. If he manages to keep talking, at least he won't be so fucking coherent about it.
Brighella hasn't had much of a sex life either, at least not since he and Regrator had stopped fucking. Around the other Harbingers he looks like he's sixteen and around the prison he's the Warden - or Lord Harbinger - professional and untouchable. He knows it wouldn't do for rumours about his tastes to get spread around, so the few times he's felt the need to let off steam it's been above the surface and in disguise. This is a nice break, even nicer since he can do whatever he wants to Mezzetino and he knows he'll take it with pleasure, even if he doesn't have the manners to say thank you.
Brighella growls like the wolf he turned into during their fight. "I'll fuck you however I please, Mezzo, and you will take it. You don't have a fucking choice, do you?" He slams his hips in, sheathing himself the rest of the way inside him. The heat is almost unbearable, but it's good.
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Brighella hasn't had much of a sex life either, at least not since he and Regrator had stopped fucking. Around the other Harbingers he looks like he's sixteen and around the prison he's the Warden - or Lord Harbinger - professional and untouchable. He knows it wouldn't do for rumours about his tastes to get spread around, so the few times he's felt the need to let off steam it's been above the surface and in disguise. This is a nice break, even nicer since he can do whatever he wants to Mezzetino and he knows he'll take it with pleasure, even if he doesn't have the manners to say thank you.
Brighella growls like the wolf he turned into during their fight. "I'll fuck you however I please, Mezzo, and you will take it. You don't have a fucking choice, do you?" He slams his hips in, sheathing himself the rest of the way inside him. The heat is almost unbearable, but it's good.