marlowemuses | 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 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.

Suguru joins Satoru on the bed, curling his arms around his new boyfriend. The speed at which he goes from awake to asleep makes Suguru laugh lightly, careful not to wake him up, and he quickly follows, cuddled in Satoru's arms, content with the evening.

He wakes up early, aware of a crick in his neck. The beds are narrow, not meant for two well-built guys like them, so he doesn't dare roll over and risk falling on the floor, but he does crane his neck around, shifting a little.

Satoru makes a sleepy sound as Suguru shifts, and nuzzles at him as he comes awake, starting to press kisses along the line of Suguru's neck while he's got it stretched out, then adding a lick just to be playful. "Hey, handsome," he mumbles against Suguru's skin, playful and happy.

Suguru, not expecting those kisses or the lick, shivers, laughing a little as it feels slightly ticklish. He's never woken up so tangled in someone else's arms like this; usually, his dates didn't involve spending the entire night, or they would be quick to separate in the morning.

"Good morning," he says, running a hand down Satoru's back, fingers dancing over the line of his spine. "Sleep well?"

Satoru makes a sound of confirmation, then shivers and presses closer in response to that hand on his spine. "Mhm. Mm--yeah. Fuck. You wanna, um." That light, ticklish touch scattered his thoughts, and it's a struggle to organize his mind. "I gotta get ready for class. We can--we could get off fast?" His hips grind against Suguru's, mindlessly chasing pleasure. "But I'm free tonight. So we can, um. Do more. I'm all yours."

"Yeah?" Suguru says, unsure if his response is about getting off or doing more later that night. Both, perhaps. Already his hand is wandering down Satoru's back to his ass, squeezing one of his cheeks briefly. "Good. Tonight."

Bemused at his own scattered thoughts and inability to articulate anything, he huffs a soft laugh, and drops his head, kissing Satoru's shoulder. "C'mere. Handjobs, since we don't have time for anything more."

And it's less intense than anything else, even if they are messier. But it's fun to jerk Satoru off, and see the pleasure on his face, satisfaction warm in Suguru's chest at the knowledge he did that, and that Satoru would be riding the high of a good orgasm for the rest of the day.

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