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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 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.

Satoru gives up on having any pride and just clings to Suguru, gasping and whimpering at each little shift. He feels stretched open and stuffed full, organs nudged to either side to make room for Suguru between them. This still feels unbelievable that they're doing this. The day has been a wonder of unexpected things, and Satoru would never have believed that he'd end up here, asking for this.

Once Suguru is finally all the way in, Satoru tightens his legs around Suguru's waist, keeping him there, as he pants and whimpers against Suguru's shoulder. Arms hugged tight around his boyfriend, Satoru nuzzles at him, whining and trembling softly. "Suguru."

"You're doing so well for me," Suguru says, running a hand down Satoru's side and over his hip and flank, trying to be soothing. It does feel unbelievable that they are doing this; it's not something he expected after Satoru seemed so oblivious to his overtures and then so uninterested in dating in general.

And yet, here they are, Suguru buried deep inside Satoru. He turns his head, capturing Satoru's lips in a quick kiss, as sweet as possible. It's almost chaste, in contrast to the way he is balls deep inside his boyfriend. "You feel so hot around me, so tight." They should have waited, done more stretching, done something. There are toys they could have used, not that Suguru has any, but they could have waited a night and purchased some.

He keeps running his hand over Satoru's side, just firm enough to be soothing and not ticklish, letting him adjust, despite the desire to move.

Satoru makes a grateful noise at the kiss, chasing Suguru's lips with a little whine until he's kissed again, hungry for it. He whines each time the kiss breaks, seeking more and finding comfort in it, licking at Suguru's tongue with eagerness, needy for attention. As the kiss deepens, making it easier to get lost in it, Satoru whimpers for more, hips shifting a little against Suguru.

That makes him yelp, little gasps and tremors shaking his body, but he cups Suguru's face in his hands, chasing more kisses and starting to writhe a tiny bit more beneath Suguru.

Suguru leans in each time Satoru chases his lips, making a little play of it, indulgent and likewise unable to get enough of kissing Satoru in return. It's only been a few hours; he wants more. Wants everything.

When Satoru's hips start to shift and he begins writhing, even just slightly, it's like a dam breaking for Suguru. He doesn't do anything intense, but he rolls his hips each time Satoru shifts beneath him, rocking into him as they kiss, each one getting messier and messier, tongues dancing around each other.

Eventually, he pulls back a little, thrusting back inside Satoru slowly.

Vocal as ever, Satoru moans and whines against Suguru's mouth, spilling out pleasure and nerves, need and discomfort. He's a constant stream of little whimpers as Suguru grinds into him, the slight shifts of both their bodies sending shocks through him, electric with mingled pleasure and pain.

Groaning at that shallow thrust, Satoru's head falls back, eyes rolling up in his head. "Fuck, Suguru," he gasps, then keens, brushing their noses together and panting open-mouthed against Suguru's lips. "How are you so big? Who allowed this." It's rhetorical, entirely just an outlet for Satoru's kittenish grumbles as he keeps nuzzling their noses together.

"No one allowed it, it just happened," Suguru told him, lips twitching at the questions. It's not meant to be personal, he knows, and not anything more than some rambling, but it is amusing, and he likes hearing Satoru grumble and ramble like that, rather than go silent.

"I'm going to start moving," Suguru warns him, capturing Satoru's lower lip between his teeth and tugging on it, then kissing him quickly. Despite his words, he doesn't move immediately, beyond the minor, shallow rocking of his hips. "Fuck, Satoru, you feel so good around me."

He does use that as a slight distraction, pulling his hips back a little more before pushing deeper inside him. Suguru doesn't deliberately try to hit his prostate, not yet, but Satoru is tight enough around him, and Suguru big enough, that he knows he's brushing against it.

Satoru can't help that he's weak to praise like this, doled out by the most handsome man he's ever seen. A man who wants him. Him, Satoru, chosen by this god, this beautiful, clever, charming man. His lips part as he gazes up at Suguru, a little stunned to find himself here and to know that he's making Suguru feel this good. He wants so badly to be good for Suguru, to a degree that shocks him.

Giving a shuddering gasp as Suguru starts to move, Satoru keeps his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders, refusing to let him pull away. "Fuck, Suguru," he gasps, then whimpers, nuzzling at him again. "It feels ... it's really like nothing else. All filled up with you. Can't believe--"

Words cut off as he shudders, Satoru rocks his hips tentatively up against him some more. His cock had flagged a little from the intensity of Suguru sliding inside of him, but it's regaining interest now. "Stay slow," he begs, with another soft whimper.

"Slow," Suguru promises, and he does keep that promise. Each thrust is slow, with a pause between movements to give Satoru a chance to adjust and adapt. He really doesn't want to hurt him, or turn him off the idea of sex completely. Suguru would be good with anything they end up doing, but he does want Satoru to enjoy this too.

"Can't believe you're getting fucked, baby?" he asks, curling one hand into the sheets next to Satoru's head as he slowly drives inside him. It's almost more work to keep this pace than to move faster, but he's so tangled with his boyfriend that he doesn't mind it at all. He can feel the way Satoru's cock presses against him, slowly hardening again, and he takes it as a good sign that Satoru is enjoying this.

"Oh my god," Satoru groans, embarrassed by the words, and he splays a hand awkwardly over Suguru's face to temporarily halt any further heated teasing. He'd meant to say something like he couldn't believe they'd ended up here, dating and having sex. He's still a little conflicted in his feelings about being a bottom and whether he's enjoying this, and still a little embarrassed to be called baby, and the combination flusters him entirely. "You're so embarrassing," he complains, all bluster to try and cover his nerves.

His breath hitches a little more, though, soft little whines spilling from his throat, hips rocking up into it as Suguru keeps grinding past his prostate, making him feel a golden and glowing sensation expanding near the base of his spine. "Suguru."

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