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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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"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."

The hand pressing against his face makes Suguru laugh, and he nuzzles against it, hiding his grin against Satoru's palm.

"But you enjoy it," he points out, enjoying the fact that Satoru is enjoying this, even the embarrassing comments, and unable to resist teasing him a little about it. He's normally more suave than that, but Satoru does bring out sides of him that few others have even seen. "There's nothing wrong with enjoying yourself."

He's still moving slowly, taking his time to savor feeling Satoru around him. His breath hitches as Satoru rocks up against him, and he has to pause for a moment, digging his feet into the mattress to ground himself.

"You're so hot and tight around me," Suguru continues, voice huskier and more serious this time. "I can feel it each time you rock against me, or clench around my cock, and it drives me wild in the best way possible."

Satoru tucks his face into the crook of Suguru's neck again, face burning. He likes knowing how much he's wanted, that he's pleasing his boyfriend like this, even when he feels like an ignorant disaster.

"Yeah?" he mumbles, shy about this, but his pelvic muscles still clench involuntarily at Suguru's words, making his hole squeeze around Suguru, and that makes him gasp. "Hah--fuck. It's ... I'm good for you?" he asks, wanting to hear more of that praise, to feel reassured that he's not a disappointment at this. "Fuck, Suguru. Keep ... keep grinding like that."

The way Satoru clenches around Suguru makes him moan, pausing for a moment to get his bearings. "Ah, fuck-- Satoru." Suguru groans out his name, and braces himself again, grinding into Satoru's hole. "You're so good," he continues, once he catches his breath. "Fuck-- You're so hot around me. I've wanted to do this so badly, and it's even better than I ever imagined."

It really is: he hadn't pictured how tight Satoru would be, how much he'd cling, how hot he'd feel, or what it would feel like to have Satoru in his arms like this.

Satoru's hand splays out across Suguru's back, helping to keep him right where he wants him, and his breath quickens into little gasping moans as Suguru keeps hitting that spot in just the right way, grinding against it in a way that makes ripples of pleasure build slow beneath his skin.

His head falls back as he comes, lips parted and eyes winced shut, soundless except for a couple of strangled, breathy whines. His body strains, muscles taut, as deep waves of the orgasm roll through him, drawn out longer than he knew was possible.

Panting as he sags down again, Satoru gazes up at his boyfriend with a dazed smile, lost in sensation.

Suguru's already had the chance to see Satoru orgasm, so he knows what his boyfriend looks like, but somehow he's even more beautiful like this: head thrown back, body taut, features screwed up. It looks almost uncomfortable. He's the most beautiful man Suguru has seen, in the throes of passion caused by Suguru, and it's easily going to go to Suguru's head.

"So good for me," he says. "You have no idea how good you feel around me.

He looks down at Satoru as Satoru relaxes and resumes rolling his hips. It doesn't take much longer for him to orgasm, deep inside Satoru this time, cock twitching as he spills. And then he collapses on Satoru, pressing him against the bed.

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Satoru shudders as Suguru thrusts again, the ripple of pleasure that it sends through him almost unbearable, and he moans at the next thrust, shivering and writhing beneath his boyfriend. "Fuck," he swears, breathy, laughing briefly before he cries out again, oversensitive but still finding it all so pleasurable. "Suguru."

His body is practically limp, melted with pleasure, but he arches as Suguru fucks him, quivering with aftershocks from it, cock giving another helpless spurt of come.

When Suguru finishes, Satoru's boneless and twitching, breath coming in quick gasps.

Suguru lifts himself up soon enough, not wanting to put too much weight on Satoru when he's breathing in such quick gasps, and he stares down at his boyfriend for a moment. "Feel good?" he asks, nuzzling Satoru's cheek. "You are so hot, especially arching like that for me."

He starts to pull out, well aware there's going to be a mess left behind, though he takes it slow, not wanting to rush any sensitive, sore muscles.

Satoru's eyes widen a little, blinking and blushing, at Suguru's comments. He likes hearing that, likes knowing that he's pleased Suguru so much, and only manages a shy nod in response to the question.

Whimpering a little as Suguru pulls out, Satoru tenses, promptly feeling the punishing ache in muscles that aren't used to that kind of abuse. He wants to curl up and close his thighs, but he remains pliant to Suguru's handling, trusting his boyfriend to tell him what to do and help get him cleaned up.

Suguru does away a second later, but not before giving Satoru a brief kiss. "Gorgeous," he says, with a soft smile. "Stay here for a moment. Let me get the washcloth and clean you up. We can move over to the dry bed."

Knowing full well that Satoru will be sore tomorrow, he doesn't want to push too much more. They can get comfortable, and make out, if they want.

He ventures into their en suite, cleaning himself up and putting on a clean pair of underwear. He returns a few moments later with a washcloth, grabbing a bottle of water on the way. He cleans up Satoru, wiping away the sticky remnants of their come, and hands him the water. "Drink up. Want a new pair of underwear?"

Satoru stays put, as ordered, chewing on his lip and waiting for Suguru. His cheeks blaze as Suguru cleans between his legs. It feels embarrassing, and he glances away, wanting to snap his legs shut. His toes curl, muscles tensing, but he keeps still while Suguru cares for him, and accepts the water obediently afterward.

Shaking his head at the question, Satoru reaches a hand out in order to be helped up. A tiny yelp escapes him as he gets up, and he does squeeze his thighs together now. But he moves to the other bed without comment, reaching out for Suguru again.

Nestling into his arms, Satoru tips his head to steal a kiss, then another. His hand rests lightly against the side of Suguru's face, sweet and reverent, but then his head slips, dropping straight into sleep faster than he's aware of what's happening.

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