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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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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.

Used to Satoru's quirks around picking up threads of conversation by now, Suguru just blinks and nods, accepting this return to his original point. "I'm not sure any of that has proven I have a nice cock," he points out, "but I'll take your word for it. No need to go kissing other cocks. Would you really want to see them?"

He wouldn't want to see other cocks at this point, and he definitely doesn't want Satoru to see them either.

He shifts so he can wrap an arm around Satoru, less worked up now so the touches and kisses to his cock do little more than make him twitch, breath catching in his throat for a moment.

"You're so ridiculous," Suguru says, as Satoru starts laughing again, and tugs him fully into his arms, kissing the corner of his mouth.

Happy to be drawn into Suguru’s arms, Satoru returns a few sweet, teasing kisses. “No other cocks. Only yours. I don’t want to touch anyone else. Definitely don’t want anyone else to touch me.” He shudders at the thought, having only been teasing about getting experience elsewhere. He’s always skittish about being touched by anyone but his closest friends, and quickly gets overwhelmed by touches with anyone but Suguru. But when it’s Suguru, he can’t ever get enough contact.

“And maybe it’s just my inexperience that has me so impressed, but I think it’s a very, very nice cock. I like it. I want to give it lots and lots of kisses.” Cupping his hand against Suguru’s cheek, Satoru gazes down at him adoringly. “I pretty much just want to kiss you all over.”

"Do you?" Suguru grins up at him, tugging Satoru back down for another kiss, deeper this time. He can't quite flip them over in his small bed, which definitely isn't made for one person his size, let alone two tall men like them, but he does shift so he's on his side, looping a leg around Satoru's. "You can kiss me anywhere you want, whenever you want."

He slides an arm around Satoru now, pulling him closer, holding him tighter. "I'd like to do the same to you." He wants to explore Satoru, map out the planes of his body in whatever way he can— with his hands, his lips, his tongue. "But maybe on a bigger bed."

Satoru makes a happy noise as he's pulled close. He snuggles into Suguru's arms, tangling their legs together and pecking his lips a couple more times. All the touches and kissing and flirtation have very quickly gotten him hard again, so he's happy to press his hips against Suguru's, shameless about his own nudity and desire.

"Oh, do you have a bigger bed in your pocket?" Satoru asks, hands roaming over the muscles of Suguru's chest, plucking teasingly at one of his nipples. "We don't have a bigger bed."

"We can find a nice inn to stay at one weekend," Suguru suggests, rolling his eyes at Satoru's response, even as he arches into Satoru's touch. "Something with a bigger bed. Smartass."

But it's all said affectionately, and he doesn't let go of Satoru, pecking his lips and rocking his hips, their erections brushing together. He's not in a rush to get off, and no longer so tightly wound that it's a problem; he can relax into this and enjoy touching Satoru as much as possible. He traces Satoru's back muscles, pads of his fingers running up his spine.

"We can do that," Satoru agrees, grinning wider as he enjoys that eyeroll. "And I've been wanting to improve my safe house, even though I never use it." This is the first he's mentioned his safe house to Suguru, he knows, but it never mattered before. His dorm has been safe with Suguru in it, so he hasn't needed the little bolthole he created for himself. But now that they have a new priority, he could make his secret little apartment more useful. A love nest. That sounds nice.

Satoru whines at the caress, arching and shuddering as Suguru runs ticklish fingers up his spine. "Ah! Good. Suguru." His mouth latches onto Suguru's shoulder instinctively in return, biting down and then flickering his tongue out over the spot.

"Safe house?" he asks, frowning slightly and pulling back to look at Satoru. "Is this some rich family thing the rest of us commoners aren't supposed to know about?"

Not that it matters. Not that he's really thinking about it when Satoru latches on to him like that, the bite making him shudder and gasp, pressing closer to Satoru. He likes the reaction, the intensity of it, the way it felt, and so he runs his fingers down Satoru's spine again, testing his reactions.

"No, it's--ah--" Satoru whines, immediately distracted, squirming against him and rocking his hips closer against Suguru. He reaches down, wrapping a hand around both their cocks to help align them. "Just me--to hide from them--if I ever needed to. Suguru." He babbles his boyfriend's name, hooking his free arm over his shoulders and pressing close to him, quivering as Suguru tickles him. Whining as his desire builds but he can't do anything about it, Satoru rocks against him, seeking more stimulation. "Kiss," he begs, lips parted to try and catch Suguru's mouth with his own.

Already used to indulging Satoru, it's incredibly easy to lean in and kiss him again and again, tongue dipping into his mouth to drag along his tongue. He rocks his hips into Satoru's grip, reaching down to squeeze his hand around Satoru's, wanting a tighter grip.

"If you improve it, we can go there," he points out, between kisses, his hand still wandering over the expanse of Satoru's back. "But an inn would be fine. When we have a weekend free."

Moaning into the kiss, Satoru shudders against him, grinding their hips together as he seeks more. He's completely forgotten what they're talking about, and Suguru's words wash over him, meaningless. Utterly distracted by the combination of being ticklish and aroused at the same time, Satoru squirms and twitches against him, whining in his arms, breathless as he seeks kiss after kiss, getting louder every time Suguru licks into his mouth.

His own stroking is uncoordinated, barely more than twitching squeezes of his hand, so he's grateful for Suguru's actual stroking, giving him some of the stimulation he needs.

Overwhelmed by the new and unfamiliar stimuli, all of which is unbearably arousing, Satoru comes with a sudden cry, bucking against Suguru as he spills himself between their bellies.

It's incredibly hot and arousing when Satoru comes like that, unexpected and surprising. Satoru is gorgeous in the throes of an orgasm, even more so than usual, and knowing that he could make Satoru come like that twists something in Suguru's gut, pushing him closer to the edge. Not close enough, but closer.

"Ah, fuck, Satoru," he says, breaking the kiss so he can look at his boyfriend. "That's so hot."

He doesn't want to overstimulate Satoru now, so he lets go of their cocks, his hand somewhat sticky, and grips himself, jerking off between their bodies. Part of him is tempted to push Satoru down to the bed and rut against his leg, but that might be a little much, so he refrains (for now). It's easy enough to do this, and it means he can keep kissing Satoru, eventually spilling between their bodies, his seed joining Satoru's in a sticky mess on their bellies.

Dazed but adoring, Satoru keeps returning the kisses, watching with awe as Suguru comes as well. He grins when Suguru meets his eyes again, openly besotted with his boyfriend, and kisses him once more, a quick sweet peck. "Guess we should rinse off. And then probably either change the sheets or at least put down a towel before we continue. We can save your bed for actually sleeping."

Wiggling back a little, Satoru gets up, starting to laugh again at how messy they both are, and tugs him toward the bathroom. "We're gonna have to do so much more laundry from now on."

At times like this, he's very glad that they have a private bathroom--he knows that lots of his peers have to share bathrooms with an entire floor of dorm mates. But Satoru's family's influence meant that he got an especially large room with a private bathroom. Originally he hadn't been assigned a roommate at all, until he insisted that he wanted one.

"We'll have to get more towels," he says, letting Satoru pull him up and tug him towards the bathroom. One of the best things about this rooming situation was having that private bathroom; Suguru had wondered about it, but wasn't about to ask or refuse it or something stupid, especially when Satoru hadn't minded if he spread his hair products all over the counter. "For now, we should change the sheets after cleaning up. And put down a towel if we're planning on doing anything else tonight."

Maybe they could eventually push their beds together, so they could sleep a little more comfortably. He won't mind curling up with Satoru tucked against his chest, but their beds aren't really designed for guys like them.

But they can worry about it later. In the morning. For now, there are practical things to worry about, like how much cum they are both covered in. Suguru grabs a washcloth and runs it under warm water, passing it to Satoru first.

"I want to continue tonight," Satoru says, blinking at the suggestion that this wasn't obvious. "Unless you don't?"

He wipes himself down fastidiously, rinsing the cloth once before doing a second pass on himself, then rinses the cloth again and turns to start wiping Suguru down in turn. It doesn't occur to him to hand over the cloth. He takes it as natural that he should clean himself first, because he's more sensitive and prissy about such things, but then he just continues on to clean Suguru, accepting this as a task that Suguru has given him. Resting a hand on Suguru's hip, he focuses as he slides the cloth over Suguru's pubes and his cock, cleaning him gently. "I want to learn what else you like."

Satisfied, he tosses the cloth back into the sink, then steps into Suguru's arms again, stealing a kiss.

Suguru blinks when Satoru just takes it on himself to clean Suguru as well; he'd been expecting Satoru to hand the washcloth over. He has no problem being touched like that, and it's a very pleasant surprise that he does.

Truly, Satoru didn't have anything to worry about in the boyfriend department.

Suguru tugs Satoru closer, looping his arms around his boyfriend and kissing him deeply, pressing him against the vanity.

"We should make the bed before we do anything else," he whispers as he breaks the kiss, trailing his fingers up Satoru's back and cupping his jaw with his other hand, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. "Sheets, put a towel down, and then we can keep going."

Despite his words, he doesn't actually move.

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