[ Cell phone, shmell phone. Going down to the tea house is nice, but it's not his mountain. It's not his cabin, or his den, embedded in the forest and wrapped in his family's spirits. ]

Don't have service... [ He huffs and sticks out his tongue to touch his hole, using the tip and spit to start teasing him open. ] ...up here.

[ Hearing Sukuna moan, Gorou is only encouraged. He moves his legs so Sukuna can brace his knees and support himself on the chair and his lap while he begins eating him out in earnest, only stopping to suck a hickey or seven on his skin. And to say: ]

I mean, I don't think there's service... I haven't checked. You have your phone? And lube?