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My Boyfriend (Who Lives in Canada)

Satoru loved his friends. He loved college, the freedom and connection of it, the knowledge and collaboration. He loved sitting around a lunch table with his friends, chattering on about nonsense and teasing each other.

And he was a little bit in love with his roommate, Suguru, who was seated beside him at the table. The six of them were crammed in to a booth that was only designed for four, so Satoru was basically mashed up against Suguru's side, their thighs sealed together and their shoulders brushing every time one of them moved. It felt electric, and Satoru was trying to ignore the little zings of desire that shot through him every time Suguru moved, or how his arm stretched out along the back of the booth, so close to being draped over Satoru's shoulders.

At the moment, Satoru was regaling them all with the story of some girl who had asked him out, and he hadn't realized that she was asking him out until the fourth(?) attempt when she'd finally gotten exasperated and just demanded are you gay or something?

"What'd you say?" Shoko asked, idly curious but not super invested, spinning her spoon against the bottom of her empty bowl.

"Oh. Just, like, no, I'm just not interested."

"Yeah, same as you've said every time someone has asked you out," Utahime contributed, with a little snort. "More likely you're just ace."

Silence descended around the table, somewhere between shocked and awkward. Satoru stared at her, lips parted, and for a moment he genuinely considered it. Am I asexual?

But then Suguru shifted very slightly, either out of awkwardness or intent to say something, and his arm brushed against the back of Satoru's neck. The bolt of lust that went through him shot straight to his cock. Right. Not asexual.

"I'm not," Satoru insisted, the words spilling indignantly from his mouth before he could think about them. "I have a boyfriend."

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Satoru wiggles beneath him and then arches up, helping to lift his body so they can get the shirt off of him. He barely pays attention to his own shirt, tossing it recklessly to one side so that he can keep his focus on the important of staring hungrily at Suguru's body. He's only ever stolen glances, feeling like he was doing something illicit every time he stashed away a glimpse of Suguru in his memory to be obsessed over. Now he can just look.

"You're so hot, Suguru." The words are breathless, with a hint of a whine at the end. Satoru wants him so much that he feels stupid with it, unable to think or function. He just wants, but he doesn't know what to do about it. His hands reach toward Suguru, fingers quivering slightly as he splays them across the warm skin of Suguru's torso, exploring his musculature and pausing to tease his nipple.

Suguru huffs slightly, amused. "Says the most gorgeous guy I know," he says, leaning forward and dipping his head so he can kiss Satoru again. It's a quick kiss, nothing deep or lingering, especially as Satoru keeps touching him.

The teasing touch to his nipples makes him groans, and he presses into Satoru's hands. "You can be rougher. And touch me however you want, I'll enjoy it." He likes being touched, and this is Satoru; everything is welcome. "And you don't have to rush through it, it's not a sprint. We'll have time to learn things about each other."

Suguru shifts again so he can stretch back over Satoru, legs tangling, and aligning their hips so he can press against Satoru's erection, his own cock fully straining against his pants.

Satoru blushes happily at the flattery, gladly welcoming Suguru down for that kiss. At the invitation to touch rougher, Satoru plucks Suguru's nipple more firmly between his fingers, a playful smirk on his lips as he tests the new reactions he can get to this. "I know. You're mine now and neither of us are going anywhere. I'm just excited."

Rumbling appreciatively at having Suguru's weight pressing him down, Satoru rolls his hips up, grinding their cocks together. His hands slide down Suguru's back, cupping his ass in both hands and squeezing. He grins at the freedom to be able to do this, especially as he grinds up against Suguru at the same time. "Strip the rest of the way, Suguru, please. I wanna see you."

The firmer tug makes him groan and rock down against Satoru again, hips jerking instinctively against his boyfriend's. "And you never have been patient," Suguru murmurs, when he catches his breath, grinning down at him.

"Ah, fuck." A breathless, choked off whisper, almost guttural, because it's all so hot. And for all of his experience, it's still emotional.

Suguru grinds against Satoru, torn between arching into the grip his hands have on his ass, and pressing more firmly against Satoru to savor the feel of his cock. The request helps, in a way, saves him from deciding. He shifts to stand, knowing that would be easier and quicker, and ultimately more sexy than trying to wriggle out of his pants while straddling Satoru.

"You mean you never looked while I was changing?" he teases, as he climbs off the bed to strip out off his pants and underwear, cock springing free, already hard, the tip shiny. "You too, baby. I want to see you." And rather than waiting for Satoru to strip, he reaches for his belt and fly.

"Hm?" Satoru says, slow to respond as he stares. His cheeks flush, jaw hanging open at the sight of Suguru naked for him, the hard and eager length of his cock. "I mean, I stole some glimpses. But I never got to look as much as I wanted. And I've never gotten to see you ... um."

Attention deeply distracted by the way Suguru's cock bobs with every movement, Satoru let Suguru strip him. He lifted his hips as Suguru drew his pants and underwear down, his own cock long but not as girthy as Suguru's, rising from a nest of soft white curls. Feeling immediately shy, Satoru drew his knees up a little, biting his lower lip.

"Never gotten to see me hard?" Suguru finishes for him, teasingly. "I guess it is different hard versus soft. And most of the time, guys try not to look at other guys when changing. We're just as vicious as girls sometimes."

He talks as he strips Satoru, tossing pants and underwear aside, unconcerned despite his usual neatness. How can he care where their clothes are when he wants nothing more than to see Satoru in all his glory, and put his hands and mouth on him as soon as possible?

Once they're both nude, he looks Satoru over, eyes dark with desire as he studies his boyfriend. "Fuck, you're so hot," Suguru says, crawling back on the bed with him and settling between Satoru's legs. He kisses him briefly, then scoots down, letting his fingers slide down Satoru's torso, following that with his lips.

"Not like you have anything to worry about from other guys looking at you," Satoru says, still unable to look away from Suguru's body, especially enrapt by his hard cock and the dark hair framing it. "They can't be anything but jealous. Or horny. Maybe both."

Shy though he is, he parts his thighs for Suguru, curling his legs loosely around Suguru's waist in order to keep him close but without obstructing his movements. He has some idea where this is going, and he finds his words completely choked up, too flustered to say anything at all but trusting that he's in good hands with Suguru.

"I was a little more restrained in high school. Didn't want to cause problems or anything. But no, I didn't worry too much then." He grins up at Satoru. "You don't have anything to worry about, either. Unless you were worried about beating people off because you're too gorgeous for them."

Suguru is torn about what to do. He wants to do everything: keep kissing Satoru, and kiss him everywhere, and touch him everywhere, and suck his cock, and grind against him, and fuck him. There's time, they'll get to all of that, but the intense desire is overwhelming. Makes it difficult to figure out a direction.

He dips his head again to kiss Satoru's stomach, lips gliding down and nuzzling at random spots. "I'm gonna suck you off," he says, figuring it's easier to start with that. He can explore more later.

Satoru knew that he was physically stunning, so he didn't argue about that. (He was perfectly aware that it was his personality flaws that were the problem, and he remained plenty insecure about those getting in the way of the things he wanted or causing people to reject him.)

His cock gave an eager jump at Suguru's statement, dribbling another little gush of precum. Lips parted in awe as he watches Suguru, Satoru whimpers softly, cheeks flushed, then nods. "Okay," he whispers. His skin tingles along his shoulder blades and down his spine. This seems too good to be true. He shouldn't be this fortunate, this favored.

The way his body reacts make Suguru grin, and he surges up to kiss Satoru again, both to reassure and arouse him. "Tell me if you don't like something," he says, as he settles back down, still kissing down his stomach and nuzzling along his happy trail before he reaches his cock, nestled in those white curls.

He doesn't go straight for the tip or even the shaft, instead nosing along his patch of curls, fingers skimming along the muscle where his thigh meets his torso; it takes him a little before he actually closes his hand around Satoru's shaft, and licks over the tip. Suguru listens to him, eyes occasionally flicking up to see the expressions on Satoru's face.

Satoru whimpers at the nuzzling, awed by Suguru wanting to do this, the knowledge that Suguru loves him. Every touch makes Satoru quiver with pleasure, cock twitching. Impatient though his cock is, Satoru just wants to be able to stare. He lifts himself up on his elbows, bending one knee up again so that he can press it against Satoru's shoulder, wanting to seek contact in every way that he can.

"Oh!" Satoru squeaks when Suguru's tongue glides over the head of his cock, an intimacy that feels almost unbearable. His cheeks are so heated from his blush that he thinks his skin might burn, all his blood gone to his cock and his face, leaving his heart fluttering and stuttering at the core of his body. "Suguru. You're so gorgeous. I love you so much."

"Hmm?" He pinches Satoru's thigh lightly in acknowledgement, but otherwise Suguru doesn't move his mouth, finally taking the head of Satoru's cock in his mouth. Words aren't that important right now, he figures, especially now that he finally has Satoru here.

With his mouth stretched around the head, Suguru teases him, tongue pressing along the slit, and then just beneath the head of his cock, licking up the precum dribbling down. He takes his time still, not hurrying this: he wants to savor the taste and feeling of Satoru in his mouth, and he wants Satoru to feel amazing during his first blowjob.

Eventually, he lowers his mouth, lips gliding down the shaft. He doesn't (yet) depe throat him, not sure if that would set Satoru off quicker than he'd like, and focuses instead on sucking him off. He hollows his cheeks, sucking firmly as he pulls up. It takes a moment, but he settles into a rhythm, head bobbing over his shaft. He cups Satoru's balls as he works, thumb gentle over the sensitive skin there.

Satoru spills out a string of surprised soft 'oh' sounds as Suguru works him over, little gasps and whines tripping one over the other as Suguru bobs his head like that. He can barely parse what's happening, can't sort one sensation from the other, so distracted by the pleasure of it all and the ache of love and desire in his chest. "Suguru," he gasps, whimpering and trembling. He tries his best not to squirm, and he can't really coordinate his limbs anyway. Tremors ripple down his legs, pleasure pooling low in his belly. "Suguru, Suguru."

Shifting his weight onto just one elbow, Satoru reaches the other hand down to wind gently into Suguru's hair, fingers trembling against his scalp as he holds his boyfriend reverently, unable to believe this is happening.

Suguru glances up at Satoru from beneath his lashes, eyes bright at how Satoru sounds, whimpering his name like that. It's incredibly hot, his cock twitching between his legs, already leaking precum.

When Satoru tangles his hand in his hair, Suguru finally takes him down further, letting the head of Satoru's cock hit the back of his throat, and then pushing past that, taking him all the way down until Suguru's nose is pressed against his pubic bone. He groans, the feeling reverberating against Satoru's cock, and stays there as long as he can until he needs to breathe again, slowly pulling up.

Satoru cries out as Suguru sinks further onto his cock. His hips give a little jolt, grinding up, and his fingers tremble and clench in Suguru's hair. He gasps for breath, whole body trembling, feeling unbearably aroused and desperate for more. "Suguru," he begged again, voice cracking. "My--ah--! Suguru!"

Dropping back onto the bed instead of trying to hold himself up, Satoru gave himself over to the trembling waves of pleasure, stammering his boyfriend's name a few more times before he spilled himself, too quick and too incoherent to manage any kind of warning about it.

The twitching of Satoru's cock and the first spurts of cum flooding his mouth take Suguru by surprise, and he chokes briefly before his body catches up and he swallows the cum down, pulling off Satoru's cock so the last few spurts hit his face and dribble down Satoru's cock.

"Fuck," Suguru breathes, crawling back up his body as he wipes the cum off his face. "Did you enjoy that?"

Opening his eyes dazedly, Satoru sees his own seed spattered across Suguru's face. His eyes widen, startled by how unbearably erotic that sight is. He thinks, briefly, that he's going to definitely save that for masturbation material, but then realizes that he may not need to. He has a boyfriend, now. A boyfriend who loves him. Who wants to do things like this with him.

The question sinks in belatedly to his dazed mind, and he nods, still just staring at Suguru in awe. "Yes. I ... you ... Suguru."

Reaching for him, Satoru cups a gentle hand alongside Suguru's jaw and kisses him warmly, shuddering at how unbearably erotic it is to taste himself on Suguru's lips.

As the kiss breaks, Satoru studies Suguru's eyes shyly, cheeks flushed helplessly with nerves and arousal. "How do I ... what should I do in return?"

As the kiss breaks, Suguru looks at him, feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything, including how cute Satoru looks when he's shy like that. He never thought he'd get a chance with Satoru, which was fine, but then the faux boyfriend from earlier had sent his emotions into a turmoil. And now, knowing he'd get to do these things with Satoru for as long as they dated... well, it was no wonder why he felt a bit overwhelmed by it all.

"It's not a thing you need to do in return, you know," Suguru assures him, although he knows that's not the point. "But if you want to get me off...." He reaches for Satoru's hand guiding it between their bodies and wrapping it around his cock, now fully hard and leaking at the tip. "This, for now. I'm too wound up for a blowjob, I'd come on your face before you got to do much."

Satoru's unconvinced by the suggestion that he doesn't need to do anything in return. He's already pretty certain that his nature means he's likely to be a shitty boyfriend despite his best efforts. But Suguru wants him anyway, and therefore Satoru has to try his best to be good for him and make him happy.

"I don't know, that kind of sounds like a selling point, Suguru," Satoru says with a laugh, licking his lower lip at the thought of Suguru's seed on his face like that. But he still gasps as his hand wraps around Suguru's cock. He's surprised how different it feels to his own. There's the same silken glide of skin over the engorged shaft, but Suguru's is heavier and feels hotter, the skin more velvety than Satoru's. He maps it with his fingers, tracing all the details with awe. At the moment, he's too distracted to stroke him properly. He just wants to admire him, following the paths of the veins and the ridges near the head. "Oh. Your cock is so nice."

Suguru is not, in general, ticklish, and can handle more than a little teasing; he likes edging, usually needs more intensity than some simple stroking to reach a climax. But nothing he's done before has prepared him for Satoru, who seems fascinated by his dick in an erotically clinical way. He can feel the way Satoru's fingers move over him, mapping out the veins and details, and it makes him shudder, small gasps escaping him as he tries to hold back. He hadn't been joking when he said he'd probably come when Satoru put his mouth on him; he hadn't expected to find getting a basic handjob this erotic.

"It's just a cock," he says, even as his cock twitches in Satoru's hand, a bead of precum forming at the tip and spilling down over the head and Satoru's hand. "I guess I never paid that much attention to it?" He knows he doesn't have anything to worry about there, and his cock is lengthier and girthier than average, which has certainly helped, but he hasn't really compared it too much to other cocks he's seen.

Surprised, Satoru laughs at Suguru sounding so unimpressed by his own cock. "Just a cock," he teases, then takes his hand away so that he can push at Suguru, nudging him down onto his back so that Satoru will be better able to see and touch him. He sits up and turns, hip against Suguru's thigh, upper body facing toward his boyfriend, so that he can stroke him more attentively, studying Suguru's cock as he continues to caress it. His fingertips dip down into Suguru's pubes, combing lightly through them, enjoying the tickle against his skin. "Well, you're the experienced one. You've seen lots of cocks. Is yours very average? Very ordinary? Boring?"

He knows it's not, even with Satoru's relatively minimal experience with these things. He's a teenage boy: he's looked up average length and girth of cocks. He knows statistically that Suguru is exceptional.

"Maybe," Satoru murmurs, dragging a single light fingertip up along the underside, "it's just ... because ... it's ..." He dips his head as he says this, breath warm against the head of Suguru's cock on the last word, lips already brushing the skin. "Yours."

Then he kisses the tip, tongue teasing out briefly to capture the droplets precum spilling from him, completely aware that he was warned that Suguru's already been worked up enough to be too on edge for oral.

"It's bigger than average," he agrees, sounding as breathless as he feels. He goes along with Satoru's motions easily enough, rolling on to his back to allow Satoru better access to his cock. The way his fingers dip into his pubes makes him suck in a breath, a full-body shudder running through him. "But size isn't everything. Shape, appearance, the skin, they all matter, you know? You can have cocks that are large but look terrible. I know you've seen porn like that." It's impossible to escape if you look up porn.

Every little teasing motion Satoru makes sends him closer and closer to the edge, and he curls a hand around Satoru's arm, gripping tightly. He knows what Satoru is going to do when he dips his head, but that doesn't mean he's at all prepared when Satoru kisses the tip. "Ahh-Satoru—" is all he manages before the orgasm rockets through him, back arching off the bed and cock jerking as he spurts, the motion forceful enough that some of his cum hits Satoru's face.

Satoru comes back up spattered and laughing. He licks his lips, wiping some of the seed off his jaw and then sucking that off his thumb, not bothering to make any of this seductive. He's too busy laughing. "Oh, you are easy."

His eyes glitter, playfully mocking, jubilant with his success. "Maybe I won't be so bad at this 'boyfriend' thing after all. Do you always come that quick? I think--"

He's laughing so hard that he almost can't breathe, reaching over to the bedside table to grab a tissue and then blowing his nose before dissolving into more giggles. "Suguru you got some up my nose, I can't believe--"

Suguru groans, and reaches for a pillow to smack Satoru in the face after he blows his nose. "I warned you," he says. "You only have yourself to blame for where it ended up."

But he's laughing even as he smacks Satoru with the pillow, Satoru's giggles infectious.

"And no, I'm normally not that easy." It helped that he was wound up, but he knows he usually needs something more.

Satoru squeals as he's smacked with the pillow, falling onto Suguru's chest and continuing to laugh. "So, see, you agree," he says, picking up the thread of an earlier point without bothering to give any context or warning. "Shape, appearance, skin, whatever. Not just size, even though--damn, Suguru."

Pressing a soft kiss to the center of Suguru's chest, Satoru makes a content noise, then shifts to prop himself up on one elbow beside Suguru so that he can return to running admiring fingers over Suguru's cock. He catches a couple stray droplets of come, bringing them one by one to his own lips and sucking his fingertip clean before continuing his chatter almost without pause. "Your skin is more velvety where mine is more silky, and yours is this nice rosy brown where mine is much more pink and pale. I think it's a really nice cock. But if you want I could go kiss a lot of other cocks and then get back to you as to whether it's 'just a cock'."

Leaning over again, Satoru presses a few more sweet kisses to the shaft, then gets taken by another fit of giggles.

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