You were the only one in years who'd been able to satisfy Sukuna the way he wanted to, taking him in whole, stretching and contracting around him. Occasionally, an awkward thought would slip through his twisted mind, making Ryomen realize that he could without even moving, from the sensation of your ribbed walls greedily squeezing both of his cocks at once. That thought rang a bell in his head, calling out to his flimsy ego to prove otherwise. And he was proving it. Every goddamn time, making you disintegrate beneath him into a thousand little shards, and then come back together to please your master again.