[The topic doesn't feel off limits to Sully, his tone even - curious, but otherwise monotone. He keeps working Iggy over, but the flame of his cigarette is burning down to the filter so he exhales his last breath slowly and watches the plume float up into the overcast sky.
Then he drops his gaze down on Iggy; hiking up his shirt with his actual hand, feeling no different than the rest. He stares at the exposed triangle of skin, before nonchalantly extinguishing his cigarette with a little burn just above the cleft of Iggy's ass. Just to watch him jolt.]
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[The topic doesn't feel off limits to Sully, his tone even - curious, but otherwise monotone. He keeps working Iggy over, but the flame of his cigarette is burning down to the filter so he exhales his last breath slowly and watches the plume float up into the overcast sky.
Then he drops his gaze down on Iggy; hiking up his shirt with his actual hand, feeling no different than the rest. He stares at the exposed triangle of skin, before nonchalantly extinguishing his cigarette with a little burn just above the cleft of Iggy's ass. Just to watch him jolt.]