Brighella can feel the gearshaft creaking with each thrust now, his cold has made it brittle enough that it won't take too much more to break. That means he just has to hold on, he can let Mezzo do the work. Perhaps it's just an excuse to let himself get fucked deeper than he ever has been before, but he doesn't care. It's too good, he doesn't know how his whole body isn't alight with the Primordial Sea's glow, because the pain is exquisite from head to toe.

He lets himself go limp for now, welcoming Scar's cock inside him as it rips through his body, eyes fluttering as he simply lets himself feel. His release will come - right now, there's nothing he can do but take what Mezzetino is giving him.