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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 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.

Moaning into the kiss, Satoru melts as he's pressed up against the counter, draping his arms over Suguru's shoulder and letting himself get lost in the affection. He's still in awe of the fact that Suguru loves him, and everything Suguru does feels so good. Satoru wants to just sink into the bliss of his emotions and never surface.

Whimpering and shivering at the light touch of fingers on his back, Satoru makes an affirmative noise but can't manage words. His eyes close, cheek pressing into the gentle hand on his face. The ticklish pleasure of the caress along his back makes his thoughts scatter, turning him soft and pliant, and he hugs tighter, clinging to Suguru.

The way Satoru clings feels delightful, and Suguru leans into it, his arm tightening around Satoru and pressing him closer. He kisses Satoru again, just a light press of his lips to the corner of his mouth. "You're so cute," he whispers, nuzzling his cheek against Satoru's.

But the appeal of continuing this on a flat surface rather than pressed up against a vanity is enough to get Suguru to pull away. He drags his hand down Satoru's back, squeezing his ass briefly before he lets go and turns back to the bedroom. He knows where Satoru keeps his sheets, so it's easy to grab a clean set and strip the bed down.

"How dare you call me cute?" Satoru grumbles, blushing heatedly and hiding his face in the crook of Suguru's neck, arms tightening around him. He likes being called cute, but he doesn't know how to deal with the feelings of vulnerability and intimacy that come with that, so he blusters instead. But he doesn't pull away, and he only shudders and presses closer again at the way Suguru's hands roam down his back again and squeeze his ass.

Trailing after Suguru, Satoru watches him blankly for a few seconds. When his brain kicks back in, he leaves Suguru to deal with stripping the sheets, and goes to grab a couple of towels instead. Then he steps in to help as Suguru starts fitting the clean sheets to the bed, tucking at one end while Suguru does the other.

Still naked, Satoru spreads the towel and then sits on it, hugging his arms loosely around his knees as he watches Suguru. "What are we doing next? What's your favorite sex thing?"

"Because you are," Suguru says, grinning at him. "And gorgeous and sexy and pretty."

But he doesn't keep that up, knowing Satoru gets a little flustered. He enjoys seeing that, but he doesn't want to push too much right away. And there are other ways he can see Satoru flustered.

After Satoru sits down, Suguru joins him on the bed, sitting so he can face his boyfriend. "I'm not sure I have a favorite thing. I like oral sex, and sex in general, maybe equally?" He shrugs. "Different things work better with different people, and I enjoy all of it. Is there anything you want to try?"

Satoru smiles at the compliments, pleased but still flustered, and he's glad that Suguru has mercy relatively quickly.

Thinking about what Suguru asks, Satoru turns it over for a minute in his head, then shrugs. "I don't know. I mean, I know touch feels good, and when you went down on me it felt amazing, but ..." He looks away, chewing on his lip for a moment. "I've never liked porn. It makes me uncomfortable. So the things that they do in porn seem ... bad."

"Too fake and weird and too much?" That's been his experience with porn. "There are some things, mostly manga and books, that are better for that, if you ever want recommendations. It helps to read or see things, sometimes, to understand what's out there and what you might want to try."

It's a little awkward to have this conversation like this, especially with the distance between them, so Suguru shifts to his knees and crawls up the bed, nudging Satoru's legs open so he can settle between them.

"So we know you like it when I touch you, and a blowjob feels amazing. Have you ever fingered yourself?"

Satoru nods, relaxing when Suguru immediately understand what his issues are with porn. "The girls seem so fake, nothing at all like real girls, whether it's straight porn or lesbian porn, and and in the gay porn, the ..." Wrinkling his nose, Satoru shifts uncomfortably. "The bottoms seem like they're suffering."

Gaze returning to Suguru as he moves closer, Satoru blinks at him, eyes wide and earnest. He blushes when Suguru guides his arms to uncross and his legs to spread, but he allows it anyway because he trusts Suguru, and hooks his legs loosely around Suguru's waist.

"Um." Satoru's gaze drops away. "I tried. It just felt uncomfortable." His face crumples, guilt and discomfort making him want to squirm. It seems like anal is what everyone focuses on, when it's about gay sex, and Satoru doesn't get it. "Does anyone really like that? Aren't the bottoms just ... waiting for it to be over?"

That wasn't exactly where Suguru expected the conversation to go, and he studies Satoru for a moment, thinking. "I've enjoyed it when I bottomed, and everyone I've been with has enjoyed it, though that might be because I try to focus on making sure they enjoy it. There's stretching you have to do to make it not hurt, and you shouldn't immediately jump into taking something large right away."

Maybe he's been lucky; Suguru is larger than average, and none of the guys he's fucked have had an issue taking him even on a first hookup, although that just might be the nature of the men he's hooked up with.

Suguru slides his arms around Satoru, hauling him into his lap. "If you aren't sure how to move, fingering yourself can be awkward. I can try, if you want, and see if that feels any different. Or I can show you how I finger myself, if you want to try fucking me." That's not what he would have expected from Satoru, but he doesn't mind bottoming, so it wouldn't be a problem for him.

Satoru's startled to be pulled into Suguru's lap, shoulders rising, and yet his attention snaps right back onto Suguru's face and his arms drape around Suguru's shoulders. Focused again, no longer squirming and looking away.

He processes through what Suguru's said and suggested, legs winding a little tighter around Suguru's waist. He likes this. It feels good to be held like this, to have Suguru between his thighs.

Hearing Suguru say that he liked bottoming is a surprise, but it's just a matter of shifting his mental paradigm. He'd believe anything Suguru told him. So he takes a moment to let it sink in until he believes it.

Then he allows himself to reconsider the suggestions, imagining Suguru's fingers inside of him or himself fucking Suguru. It's easier to believe that Suguru could make him feel good, and he immediately dreads the thought that he could hurt Suguru the other way around if he messes it up.

He knows that he could say no and Suguru would let it be. But he wants to learn, he wants to be good at sex.

"Okay."

The word comes out soft and shy, and he ducks his head to press a kiss to Suguru's cheek, which also lets him hide his face for a moment. He sinks his chin onto Suguru's shoulder, hugging close. "I'm afraid of hurting you, but if it's something you like then I'll try to learn how to, um, fuck you. But first ... yeah. Finger me. Show me how it's supposed to work. I trust you."

He's pretty sure he'd try anything once, for Suguru.

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