[It was hard to concentrate with Gorou's teeth against his skin, but if there was one thing Sukuna could do no matter what, it was argue. He shifted once Gorou gave him more space, tossing a small frown over his shoulder, petulant.]

Don't act like I never visit! And you know you're always welcome at the tea house.

[He screwed up his face at the mention of a 'paper message', about to retort about that particular idea when Gorou pressed into him and he felt the first touch of his wicked tongue against his entrance. Mind going blank with the slick sensation, Sukuna let out a loud moan, squirming to try and encourage more friction.]

I'm buying you a- ah, a cellphone-