“Look so good in blood, Brigi…” Brighella is covered in it, from coughing it up and from his destroyed chest, and he looks amazing.

Scar sets a harsh rhythm, pulling back and starting to pound into him, just like he wants. “Bet you’re glowing inside, around my cock… wish I could see it.” The hand wrapped into Brighella’s ribcage is perfect to brace himself against as he fucks him, breath coming harshly. Brighella’s ruined organs burn with salt against his cock, and it’s so fucking good.