Sukuna never makes love, he fucks. except for you, maybe.
he can’t fully wrap his head around the concept you so sweetly paint for him, sex, making love, is all the same.
until he understands it’s not, and that little detail, slow pace and perhaps a few gentle touches make a huge difference. and it catches you so off guard when he actually does.
Sukuna is a bit grumpy even, not fully staring into your eyes, perhaps embarrassed of his eyes giving away how you got him wrapped around your finger, all while his cock sinks so damn slow inside you, and his hips move, grind and thrust in an uncharacteristically slow way. hands that normally would have been squeezing your ass or hips, are now on your thighs, soft, caressing, and the way he’s holding back very much visible through the bulging veins.
he’s just utterly and madly in love, leaning to plant a sloppy —that tries to be sweet— kiss as soon as you’re about to question him. he loves you, but please don’t tease him that much.