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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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Suguru can feel the clench of Satoru's hole around his fingers as the orgasm hits. Along with the way Satoru clings to him, breath warm against his neck, Suguru feels incredibly turned on, cock hard and leaking already, just from having his boyfriend fall apart in his arms.

He pulls his fingers out slowly when Satoru pushes at his arm, and pulls him in closer, nuzzling against his head. "How did that feel?"

"You can just come from that?" Satoru gasps, when he's able to talk, indignant and flustered at finding that Suguru was so thoroughly right and that there's this entire aspect of his own pleasure and anatomy that he knew nothing about. "I can come from just that?" He hides his face against Suguru's shoulder and whines, embarrassed but also extremely interested in continuing to learn more. "Is it ... is it even better with a cock? Or not as good?"

"You just did," Suguru comments, amused by his reaction. It's adorable and cute, and he likes that Satoru is so flustered about it, and curious. It reminds him of a cat. He wonders if he can call Satoru his cute kitten—something to test another time.

"Consensus is that it's usually better with a cock, provided the person knows how to use theirs." Suguru does. "It's usually bigger, so you'll feel fuller, and there are different angles you can get. But sometimes it might be too much."

Satoru keeps his face pressed to Suguru's shoulder, still quivering from the pleasure, overstimulation, and indignation of this new experience. He feels like his mind isn't catching up, unable to cope with all his emotions and sensations. He wants, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. He wants his boyfriend close, he wants more pleasure, he wants to win Suguru's approval. He's greedy for all of it.

"Do it, then," Satoru says, fierce and determined. He's going to figure this out. He's going to be good at this. When it's Suguru with him, he can do anything, and this new realm of experiences is something he's going to claim. "Fuck me."

Suguru stares at him for a moment, giving him a quizzical look. "Right now?" He knew Satoru was stubborn and determined at the best of times, but this hardly seemed like a necessary time to be stubborn. He leans in again, kisses along his jaw. "You're going to be sensitive."

Which could be good, or could make him so sensitive it was no longer pleasurable.

"We don't have to rush into it." As much as Suguru would love to fuck him, he didn't want it to be an uncomfortable time.

"Ugh, how are either of those real reasons?" Satoru grumbles, though he blushes with pleasure at those sweet kisses along his jaw. "Come on, either give me a real reason or just fuck me. Put it in."

Rumbling at the back of his throat with the force of all his emotions bubbling up in him, Satoru bit down hard on Suguru's shoulder. He felt impatient and needy, overwhelmed with affection, embarrassment, desire, and insecurity. It was too much to cope with, so he grabbed for distraction and a challenge, something new to focus on, something he could succeed at.

"They're real reasons!" Suguru starts, although he's interrupted by the bite, completely unexpected. It makes Suguru yelp, more out of surprise than actual pain, and he lifts his head, doing his best to level a look at Satoru, although he's mostly amused by it, rather than hurt or offended.

"Didn't realize you were a biter," he says, turning his head again and kissing Satoru's cheek. "Give me a moment."

Not having expected anything more than blowjobs and some fingering, he hadn't grabbed a condom, and he certainly isn't going to fuck Satoru without more stretching and lube. So he rummages in his drawer for a condom, and returns to kneel between his legs, dropping the small package on Satoru's stomach, avoiding the mess between them.

"I'm opening to stretch you more," he says in explanation, as he lubes up his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it slightly. "Grab a pillow and tuck it under your hips for me?"

"Why would you not think I'm a biter?" Satoru asks, unapologetic. He studies Suguru's shoulder, hoping he left a mark. Maybe he can leave more marks.

Less nervous now that it's decided, Satoru picks up the condom packet, holding it between two of his fingers like a go piece as he turns it. He considers the little thing, but then pauses his thinking so he can obey by grabbing a pillow, settling it under his hips. Then he looks at the condom again. "Why do we need this? You're not gonna get me pregnant, Suguru."

Obviously, there's no need to worry about pregnancy, but does Satoru not know about safe sex? Suguru stares at him. "Because there are other things to worry about? You might be a virgin, but I'm not, and what if I have something?" He doesn't; Suguru's been consistently good about condoms and testing himself routinely. But the point still stands.

"You do know about sexually transmitted infections, right? You should always use protection unless you are in a committed relationship and you and your partner have gotten tested and have discussed this. I should have used a condom for the blowjob, but I was excited enough not to think about it." He'll possibly have to buy more condoms if they're going to keep doing this, which.... Well. Suguru wants to, for so many reasons.

"And don't ever trust a guy who says he can't wear one, for whatever reason. Also, sex is messy, and condoms make clean up easier."

That point is less of an issue, considering they've already messed up the bed and planned to sleep on the second bed.

Satoru listens to all of this with an unimpressed look, but he lets Suguru talk himself out. "Yeah?"

Still holding the condom up between his fingers, Satoru tips his head to the side. "Gosh, okay, Suguru, I'll be sure to insist on it with all the other guys who are gonna fuck me."

He tosses the condom at Suguru, aiming to hit him between the eyes, but it's not exactly an aerodynamic missile, so he doesn't expect to succeed. "You didn't need it for the blowjob, we already discussed that I'm a fucking virgin. So is this not a committed relationship? You're gonna keep slutting it up?" He's not sure why he's going at this like he's trying to pick a fight. Jealous, he supposes. The reminder of Suguru having all those other partners got under his skin.

The foil packet doesn't hit him between the eyes, but it does hit his chin before falling gracelessly to the bed. Suguru looks at it and then Satoru, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend. "Of course I'm not going to keep sleeping around with other people. What the hell, Satoru? We talked about that just a little while ago." They had, hadn't they? He'd promised a committed relationship. Maybe, in the past few weeks, not as much as he had been before Satoru came into his life, but he's not been celibate either.

"And I don't expect anyone else to fuck you, but you seem to have missed the talk about safe sex. I had been sleeping around, and you should demand I get a clean bill of health before I fuck you."

"I didn't miss the talk about safe sex," Satoru says indignantly, cheeks flaming, scowling off to one side. He takes it as having lost this point, no longer sure of his own position in the argument. So he avoids Suguru's gaze because he's embarrassed. "So, fine. Hurry up and get tested already. And no, of course I'm not going to fuck around and you're not allowed to, either."

His legs curl around Suguru's hips, possessive of him, even while he's still looking away and sulking. "Of course I'd insist on it if it was anyone but you. I trust you, moron."

"I'm not allowed to? Possessive, I like it," Suguru says, teasingly. He leans in, nuzzling against Satoru's cheek. "Stop sulking when I'm about to fuck you for the first time. As cute as you are when you sulk, it's not how I envisioned a first time with you." Which implies that he did think about that, but Suguru isn't going to talk about that. "And what if I had something and wasn't disclosing it? Or maybe I don't even know if I have something."

He shouldn't let Satoru get away with looking cute and sulky; he should insist on the condom. It's not like he can go get tested at eight in the evening, and it's not an instant thing. Suguru is sure he doesn't have anything; he hasn't had penetrative sex with anyone since his last test. So he wavers, staring down at Satoru as he hovers above him.

The condom is already on the bed, glinting sadly, and he glances at the packet, then flicks it away, acutely aware he's being far too indulgent about this. But Satoru is cute and Suguru wants to indulge him, even in this. Maybe especially in this.

Satoru's laughter quickly returns at Suguru's teasing and nuzzling, but he rolls his eyes at the what-ifs. "'Wasn't disclosing it'," he echoes, with another roll of his eyes, because he feels like that was covered under I trust you, moron.

Thinking that the matter was resolved already, Satoru blinks up at him when Suguru pauses and stares. He tilts his head slightly, confused as to why Suguru has paused like this. It even takes a moment after Suguru's flicked the condom away.

Then Satoru laughs, bright and pleased to get his way--as usual.

"You're mine," Satoru tells him, grinning up at his boyfriend. "Okay, ugh, hurry up. Stop getting distracted."

"Impatient, too." Suguru knows that about Satoru, but it's fun to tease him about this. Act like it's a surprise that Satoru is so demanding and fast. "You're going to have to give me a minute, I am serious about stretching you." He'd only used two fingers on Satoru; that's nowhere near enough stretching for his cock. If Suguru were thinking about this properly, he'd probably insist on much more— stretching and maybe some plugs before they got around to sex.

But Satoru is gorgeous and his, and how can Suguru say no to that?

He kisses Satoru's cheek again, then sits back on his heels, pressing his fingers back inside Satoru, adding a third finger fairly quickly, doing his best to stretch Satoru as much as possible and not press on his prostate. He doesn't need the pressure now, not when Suguru will be providing that soon enough.

"You're still so tight," he whispers, flexing his fingers inside Satoru, "despite those orgasms. Are you sure you waant to do this?"

Satoru whines a little at the third finger stretching him open, which feels huge. Earlier Suguru was just fingering him for the purpose of his pleasure, but now there's an actual goal and Satoru can feel a little more strain in his muscles. Especially when he can see that actual goal, thick and flushed between Suguru's legs, gleaming at the tip with precum.

"Yeah, duh," Satoru says, with more than a little bluster in his unconcerned act, eyes flicking between Suguru's face and his erect cock. He's flushed with both nerves and pleasure, cheeks painted strawberry pink. "I can take you. Even though you're unreasonably huge. Come on, Suguru. You gotta get me pregnant."

It's just a joke. Suguru knows that. This is just Satoru being Satoru, joking about something like this. (He even understands why Satoru is joking.) But the words do something to him, and his eyes narrow, zeroing in on Satoru's face, flushed a pretty pink.

"Want me to knock you up, baby?" he asks, working his fingers in deeper. "Do you want to be all full and round for me?" Suguru likes kids; he's always wanted them, although not any time soon, and he's never considered something like this before, never tried out dirty talk related to such topics. "It might not take the first time. I'd have to keep coming inside you."

Not an objection. How could that be, when he wants to fuck Satoru so badly?

He adds a forth finger, spreading them to stretch him open, adding more lube. It's probably not enough, and he should be more cautious, but Satoru makes him wild enough to thrown caution to the wind.

Satoru blinks in wide-eyed surprise at that, as Suguru's dirty talk skills return in an unexpected direction and he's suddenly forced to figure out how he feels about this. It unbalances him just enough that he can't immediately decide whether to up the ante or fold, and it's even harder to decide while Suguru is continuing to work his fingers inside of Satoru's hole.

"I don't ..." Satoru clears his throat, flustered, and bites his lower lip. "I don't think I like the full and round idea. Let's not have body transformation imagery."

He decides that the best plan is to pivot from this topic--but to continue teasing Suguru. Definitely to continue teasing Suguru. "So you thought a lot about fucking me, huh? I'm scandalized. Here I was, innocently sleeping, unaware of the hardcore hentai imagery unfurling inside your head just a few feet away from me."

"No?" Suguru pauses, watching Satoru grapple with the words. "No body transformation, got it." Suguru can roll with that; it's not something he's ever cared about.

He goes back to stretching Satoru, although there's no much more he can do with simply his fingers, and he's not going to try to fist Satoru for their first time. If Satoru wants that, he'll need to research.

"Whatever tentacle nonsense you're thinking of isn't accurate," he says, leveling an unimpressed look at Satoru. "I'm not the one reading weird hentai. It was perfectly normal sex." He pulls his fingers out, and settles between Satoru's legs, one hand on his cock, slick with lube and precum so he can start pressing inside him. "Just like this, in fact."

"Hah," Satoru says, breathy, unable to make any kind of retort to the comment about his hentai reading. He does like weird hentai, and usually finds it more appealing than live action porn. The idealized situation and the more unrealistic fantasy makes it easier to get off without having to think about awkwardness and nerves and his own hypothetical involvement.

All of which he's having to deal with right now. Not hypothetically at all.

Suguru starts to press inside of him and Satoru bites his lip. He wants to fuss and pout about how Suguru's too big, he's not going to fit, this is bullying--but he's just made a big deal about how he can absolutely take it and demanding that Suguru fuck him. So he can't exactly change his tune on that now.

The stretch in his muscles stings, and Suguru feels huge inside of him, splitting Satoru's body open. Nervous, Satoru goes quiet, studying his boyfriend's face for reassurance.

They should have taken this more slowly. Suguru knows this. Satoru feels impossibly tight around Suguru, and he barely has the tip of his cock inside Satoru's hole. Suguru doesn't think too much about his size, although he's aware that he's well-endowed, but now he feels painfully big.

He glances at Satoru's face, catching the nerves present in his face. "You're doing so well," he says, pressing in a little deeper, so the head of his cock is past the rim, and then stops, giving him time to adjust. He reaches up to grasp Satoru's hand, linking their fingers and squeezing. He wavers for a moment, wondering if he should offer to stop; they can do this another time, when they've had more time to stretch Satoru. But he doesn't offer: he knows Satoru won't say yes. "The stretch is a lot, but it won't be so bad soon."

"Yeah? Because your cock's gonna get smaller?" Satoru asks, trying to pretend like he's not clinging to Suguru's hand. He knows the joke isn't his best work, and his voice is strained and breathy, but he's stubborn anyway, trying to keep up his cocky, bratty facade. "Maybe if I squeeze hard enough. Compress it."

It's harder to remember, now, why he'd asked for this. The fingering had felt good and he'd been so dazzled by the endorphins from his orgasm that he'd been overtaken by a temporary madness.

"How'd you trick me into this?" he grumbles, but his nerves make the question come out shaky, too thin to be either a joke or a real complaint.

"You'd get disappointed if I were smaller," Suguru reassures him, lips twitching, and he shifts so he can kiss Satoru briefly. It nudges him a little deeper inside Satoru, and he freezes again.

"Blame the post-orgasm glow." Which isn't incorrect; orgasms can make everything seem better. "And my promise that it will be better." Which it will, although it will take a little time. And Satoru's body adjusting to his size.

He squeezes Satoru's hand again, thumb brushing over his knuckles, and leans up so he can study his face. "I'm going to keep going. Tell me if it's too much." He says it mostly so Satoru remembers he can, although Suguru knows he won't say anything, stubborn as he is. He does start pushing in deeper, moving slowly, driving his hips forward.

Satoru squeaks when Suguru shifts inside of him for that kiss, breath quickening for a bit in the few seconds afterward. He feels so vulnerable in a way that he's not used to, exposed in such an intimate way. As much as he trusts Suguru, he can't help but feel skittish.

Would he really get disappointed if Suguru were smaller? It's hard to believe that right now, while the discomfort is searing, and he feels both embarrassed and skittish about discomfort in such a tender area.

"Are you sure it's gonna fit?" he whispers, despite his resolution from just a minute earlier to stick with this because he wasn't going to back down from his stubborn demands. His legs tighten around Suguru's hips, feeling clingy.

"It'll fit, I promise," Suguru reassures him, grasping Satoru's hand and squeezing. With Satoru's legs wrapping around him like that, he pushes in deeper still before freezing, trying to give Satoru more time to adjust. He's not even fully bottomed out inside him, and he doesn't want to push too much. "And if it hurts too much, or doesn't get better, we'll stop."

After what feels like an eternity, but is really just a handful of seconds, Suguru nuzzles against Satoru's cheek. "I'm going to keep moving," he says. "Then we'll stop and see how you feel."

He still suspects Satoru won't say anything, too stubborn to admit that, so Suguru vows to keep an eye on him. He studies Satoru's face, watching for signs of too much pain, moving carefully until he bottoms out inside Satoru.

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