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Sukuna traces the man’s face as if he hasn’t seen it before, his thumb pushing lightly at the small pout on the man’s lips. “Guess I won again, huh, Satoru?” Sukuna asked in a teasing voice, the smile still on his face. The adrenaline is still running rampant through the two of them, their breathing labored and their muscles aching to still be used.
Satoru scoffed, rolling his eyes, but his legsーquick as everーshot up to wrap around Sukuna’s waist. “You got lucky, bastard,” Satoru said, his voice rough with exertion. Despite the words, Satoru used his thighs to pull Sukuna closer, their hips meeting in a clash of warmth. “I’ll win next time, you’ll see.”
Sukuna hummed, his head moving down so his face was tucked into the juncture between Satoru’s neck and shoulder. “Sure, brat,” he whispered, his nose now inching along the skin that’s slick with sweat. He didn’t even resist the urge to lick a stripe up the man’s neck, going from his shoulder to his ear, where he bit down on the lobe, drawing blood that both of them ignored. Satoru’s breath hitched, and his hips pushed more roughly against Sukuna’s, and truthfully, he couldn’t wait any longer.
Or: Sukugo fighting as foreplay