Scar fucks into him, heedlessly, feeling the tissues heal behind every stroke and then rip open anew. Brighella looks so good, feels so good, and it’s more than obvious the other man is enjoying this too, his cock rock hard and leaking against his stomach.

Scar wants to devour him. And he can, can’t he? It’ll grow back. Everything will grow back. It always will.

He leans down and sinks his teeth into Brighella’s throat, ripping out a mouthful of salt-burning bloody flesh. He swallows and growls, low with a rasp enhanced by the blood searing his throat, “Delicious.” He’s close, now, and the world narrows down to nothing but this, Brighella’s ribcage creaking under his claws as his thrusts speed until he comes with a roar.