Hearing the title without demanding it or coaxing it from Mezzetino hits Brighella low in the gut with twisting heat. Willing submission, eager obedience - he loves it even more than when he has to force it. And in the end it was so easy to gain - just doing something he wanted to do in the first place. "Good, so good..."

He slides an arm around his chest and pulls them both upright so he can easily access his horns, tongue pressing along that skin that made him whine, teasing it for a moment before he bites down. His other hand slides to Scar's cock as he keeps thrusting into his willing, eager body. He's going to be all Brighella's, it's only a matter of time.