Scar's cock is so big that Wriothesley can almost see it inside him when he looks down, outlined by a faint blue glow, though that might be a product of the delirious state of mind he can feel himself sliding into, where nothing matters except fucking himself as hard as possible on Scar's cock. His body is ripped apart and healed with each thrust, the pain always fresh and blazing, and it leaves his cock rock hard and leaking, slapping against his stomach with each thrust.