Ryomen Sukuna

A kiss on the neck. It was a funny contrast to the way he was pounding you. He breathed heavily, panting in your ear. You'd known him for a long time, and you two often joked about breeding the other. Until recently it had become less of a joke and more of a want, then a desire, and finally a silently decided event, and it did come to fruition. You were friends, but something told you that things had gotten more intense lately, even if neither of you said anything about the tension.

"Don't tell anyone about this," he said.