Brighella chuckles, scraping his teeth against the head - he's not going to be gentle, Scar, don't worry. "It tastes better on you." The flavour of the Abyss gives the sweet salt a bitter, acrid tang that he doesn't mind. It burns in his mouth, which is even better.

He works him up to fully hard again, using nails and teeth liberally to tease him with bright sharp bursts of pain. He pulls away, climbing on top of Mezzetino's body to straddle his groin, resting his knees on his hips and rubbing against the hard shaft. "Lie still now. This is all for me."