“I’d like to kiss you! Sukuna!” You joked, striding over to him in nothing but a Japanese silken robe he provided for his cold, gore-ish domain.

He growled, two pairs of his four eyes flicking towards you with indifferent defiance. “Fine, Morcel. But you are so damn ugly.” He scoffed, outstretching his hand and pressing the mouth at the Centre of his palm into yours. Smooch! The tongue flicked out for a chaste moment, tangling with yours in a passionate kiss before he pulled his hand back. A soft string of saliva following after. “There you go, monkey.”

He spat, moving to cross his legs over the pile of bones he sat on.