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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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The sensation of Satoru writhing beneath him isn't exactly new, but it triggers something different in Suguru, especially as he tries to squirm away. Suguru drops more weight on him, trapping his hips and legs, and he pinches Satoru's nipples a little harder, just to elicit more gasps and moans from him. Listening to his little sounds is always arousing to Suguru, and it hits even harder after seeing a guy flirt with his boyfriend.

"You sound so hot," Suguru says against his lips. He scrapes his teeth against Satoru's lower lip, tugging a little, then lets go, and drops his head to his chest. He lets go of one nipple, replacing fingers with his mouth, tongue a soft, soothing contrast to the earlier teasing.

Satoru gasps in surprise as Suguru presses down atop him so much more heavily in a way that makes him feel pinned. His hips give a little jolt, cock throbbing, and he twists beneath Suguru, caught between pain and pleasure at the sensations and achingly hard because of it.

Twitching at the praise, Satoru looks startled up at him for a moment, heart pounding in his chest, but then his eyes fall shut as Suguru's tongue sweeps across his nipple, caressing the overstimulated flesh. He moans loudly in response, pulse pounding in his neck and cock.

"Suguru," he says, a slight urgency in his voice to draw his boyfriend's attention. But then instead of holding Suguru's gaze, he tips his chin up and to the side--baring his throat. The only hickey he's got there is several days old and fading, relatively easy to overlook.

"Hmm?" Suguru makes a sound in the back of his throat, then looks up, eyes skimming over Satoru's chest and up his neck. His smile curves into something wolfish. "I've been neglecting something, haven't I? Something that would let people know you're taken."

Suguru shifts again, raining kisses over Satoru's chest and drags his nose up the column of Satoru's neck, pausing to nuzzle against his pulse point briefly. "You sure you want to remind me of that, Satoru?"

Not that he gives Satoru a chance to respond before attacking his neck, pressing his mouth here and there, deliberately sucking hard on his skin, occasionally nipping. Once, he even bites— not hard enough to break the skin, but certainly hard enough to leave a mark.

Satoru shivers, breath coming in little hitches as Suguru works his way up his chest and neck, anticipation buzzing under his skin. Then he moans as Suguru starts marking his throat to fulfill his unspoken request. He's achingly hard, legs tangling fully around Suguru to keep him close, hips grinding up against him in response to the arousal flooding his brain, blurring all his thoughts.

He yelps at the bite and bucks, but there's no objection. One of his hands stays in Suguru's hair while the other slides down to the middle of his back, pressing against his spine to encourage him to stay close.

His breath has been quick little gasps for too long under this onslaught and he starts to feel a little dizzy from both the lust and the hyperventilation, but he can't organize enough of a thought to care about that. He's floating in the pleasure of the moment, wanting Suguru to continue forever.

While Satoru had at least been a little smart in undoing his pants, Suguru hadn't, so he was left with his pants still on, cock now straining against them as he rolls his hips against Satoru's. He doesn't want to let up to undo them, although he does slow down, lifting his head from Satoru's neck for a moment. "Like that?" he asks teasingly.

The answer will be yes. He wants to hear Satoru say it.

He slides a hand between them to fumble with his fly. It doesn't go smoothly, so he rolls off Satoru for a moment, undoing his pants and shoving them down, along with his underwear, and kicking them aside. He's back a second later, stretching out on top of Satoru and pressing him down again, hands hooking into his pants and shoving them down.

Satoru whines as Suguru pulls away, though he's too loopy and dazed to make any real objection. His hands fall back to the pillow beside his head and he watches Suguru with greedy eyes as his boyfriend strips. "Like that," he whispers, letting his fingertips drift over the damp, tingling skin that Suguru has just marked.

Lips parting at the sight of Suguru naked, Satoru takes him in hungrily, eyes flicking from Suguru's strong torso to his thick cock to his long hair sliding over his shoulders. He's still distracted as Suguru starts pushing down his pants, but he wiggles out of them readily enough, kicking them away so that he can get skin on skin as he gets Suguru back between his legs.

"Please," he begs--a word most people don't think he knows, but Suguru earns so easily from him. "Please fuck me."

Suguru loves it when Satoru begs him like this, suddenly aware of words like "please" and "thank you." He looks so pretty, with his white hair and starry eyes sparkling beneath him, that Suguru often has trouble resisting him.

"You want me to show you all the ways you're mine?" Suguru asks, as he tosses clothes over the room, unconcerned where they land. He fumbles for the lube, kept close to the bed with how often they've been fucking, their supply kept restocked. "Remind you that you belong to me?"

He wishes, sometimes, that he could just plug Satoru up, have him ready to be fucked at a moment's notice. On the other hand, he likes it when he has to stretch Satoru open, feeling him quiver around his fingers, enjoying the delicious stretch and how he can torment Satoru with just his fingers. He savors that now, pushing in a slick finger, and then a second one without too much warning.

"Tell me you're mine."

"Yes," Satoru answers at once, legs spreading automatically as Suguru reaches for the lube. He offers himself up without a thought, trusting his body to Suguru without any of the shyness he felt when they first started fucking.

He moans at the first finger, then yelps at the second, surprised by the rougher handling but certainly not opposed. His hips lift into it, seeking more contact, more penetration. "I'm yours. No one else is allowed to touch me. Even our friends only can because you allow it." A tiny part of his mind thinks that maybe that's fucked up, wanting Suguru to have that kind of ownership and control over him, but most of him finds the prospect so incredibly hot. It makes him feel safe to know that he belongs to Suguru, who always makes him feel valued. "Only yours. No one else has ever kissed me, ever touched me like this."

Writhing up beneath Suguru, Satoru chases his fingers, greedy to be fucked even though his body's still tight. "Suguru."

The words that Satoru says, especially about how no one else has ever touched him or seen him like this, send a wild thrill through Suguru. He knows it's fucked up. Knows too that he shouldn't take such fierce pride in such a thing. He's always been a little possessive, but he managed to control it well when he dated prior to Satoru. Never indulged in the idea of owning someone so thoroughly, never let himself dwell on what it might look like to have someone want to be solely his, even with his exclusive relationships.

But Satoru leans into it without even knowing, offers himself up without hesitation, and makes Suguru dizzy with overwhelming desire to control and possess and own. Someone all his, who needs him and relies on him. Suguru feels valuable, useful, and good for someone, desired for all of that.

He stretches Satoru out with those two fingers, and he might be a little hasty in adding a third finger, impatient to finish this and eager to finally be inside Satoru.

"That's right, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice deep and dark and soft as he leans over Satoru, fucking him with his fingers. His hair spills over them. "You're all mine. None of these frat boys and nerdy fools in your classes can even begin to fathom how much you're all mine. They can desire you and want you so bad they're panting for it, especially when you flirt with them, or piss them off, but we both know they'll never have you."

It's hot to think about Satoru being desired by everyone and knowing that Satoru is all his. Hot enough to make him a little dizzy with want.

Satoru yelps again at the third finger bulling its way inside, heart quickening, but he never looks away from Suguru. His eyes flit over Suguru's face, taking in the details, how fearsome he looks like this. Otherworldly, with his classical looks and his shining dark hair. Almost supernatural. Satoru's so lucky to have him, and so greedy for the fact that Suguru's attention is fixed on him alone. He's determined to keep that attention. It belongs to him now. Satoru wants his boyfriend to stay obsessed with him.

He understands, finally, that this is what he wanted when he'd let that idiot flirt with him. Encouraged him enough to keep going. Kept him talking long enough for Suguru to come out of the building and see it. Getting almost touched had spooked Satoru and rattled his certainty, but he gets it now. He didn't want Suguru to doubt that Satoru is his, but he did want Suguru to prove it. He wanted to feel it in his bones.

Grinning up at him, toothy and feral, Satoru reaches for Suguru, cupping a hand alongside his cheek. "Maybe we can think up some fun new ways to prove it."

"Yeah?" he says. "Maybe I should put a collar on you." It's just some rambling dirty talk for the moment, not meant to be serious. But there is an element of seriousness to it. The porn and fictional takes on sex he's watched in the past have been tame, never anything too rough or too intense, and he hasn't even watched a lot of that. But he knows collars happen in sex, and that sometimes people wear them outside of sex, and it can be a big thing. He also knows people will keep their pets collared, so if they're lost, they can be returned.

And it's not that he thinks of Satoru as his pet. But that mark of showing people that Satoru belongs to him is suddenly, vividly appealing. "Put a collar on you, make you all mine. No one would try to touch you."

He turns his lips into Satoru's hands, kissing his palm, and slowly pulls his fingers out, figuring Satoru is stretched well enough. He probably didn't do as thorough of a job as usual, so he knows Satoru will be tight, but not enough to cause any longterm damage. He wipes his fingers off on the towel they keep nearby, and lines up his cock to push inside, lifting one of Satoru's legs over his arm.

Satoru blinks twice at the suggestion. He's startled, not knowing how he feels about that, but his hole clenches around Suguru's fingers and his cock gives an interested gush of precum, body reacting to the idea even while his conscious mind is still catching up. He thinks of collars mostly as a punk thing, or for catgirls in anime or fashion.

It does occur to him that he'd make for a cute catboy, though it's not something that he's thought about before.

Distracted by this train of thought, Satoru snaps back to reality as Suguru lines up, the head of his cock a heated kiss against Satoru's entrance.

"Suguru," he murmurs, knowing he's still tight but choosing to trust anyway, not offering any objection. He moans as Suguru pushes in, back arching up at the intensity of it and head falling back, eyes wincing shut. It stings, even more than the first time. That was more like a discomfort, as he remembers it, while this stings. His legs try to tighten around Suguru, but his instinct is still to pull him closer and cling to him, not to try and reject this.

Satoru does feel tighter than he has before, and Suguru does take a moment to apply a little more lube to his cock, hoping it'll help. He doesn't actually stop, though, continuing to press deeper into Satoru. With Satoru's legs around him like this, there's no stopping— and Suguru doesn't want to. He wants Satoru to feel this, to remember his touch, to think about it the next day and the next, so when the next boy tries to flirt with him, he recalls this moment.

"You can take it, sweetheart," Suguru says, dropping his leg and leaning forward to kiss Satoru lightly. The movement drives him a little deeper into Satoru. "You're so hot inside, so tight around me."

Satoru accepts the kiss gratefully, soothed by it. Whines spill from his throat along with the moans. He winds his arms around Suguru, nails digging into his back, clinging tightly to him as Suguru slides deeper and deeper. "You're so fucking big," Satoru murmurs, brushing his nose against Suguru's, nuzzling at him. "Suguru."

He shifts, squirms, as if getting a different angle will ease the intensity of this, but there's no angle that will make Suguru any smaller, and he knows he's only making it worse for himself.

Giving a squeak as he feels Suguru's hips tuck close against him, Suguru's pubes tickling at the tender skin of his cleft and around his rim, Satoru's breath quickens for a moment, then he laughs softly. "With a little bell?"

Suguru can feel the press of Satoru's nails digging into his back, making him moan into the kiss. He loves it when Satoru leaves marks on him like that, even if they are hidden beneath his shirt, subtle reminders to Suguru that Satoru was clinging and holding on to him firmly enough to mark.

"Big enough to satisfy you," Suguru says, grinning and shifting as Satoru wriggles beneath him. He drags a hand down his side to grab his hip, holding him in place until Suguru is fully sheathed inside him, buried as deep as he can go. "No one else would be able to satisfy you like this."

And he loves that thought.

The question catches him off guard. His brow furrows for a moment. "What— oh." He grins, almost feral. "Would you like that? A little bell that rings every time I fuck into you, so much that you get hard every time it chimes."

Satoru moans as Suguru holds him in place like that, making him take every last inch. His broad hands so strong and solid, easily keeping Satoru's narrow hips where he wants them. Still instinctively trying to squirm, Satoru arches beneath him, breath coming in ragged little gasps.

He's so full, and he loves how claimed that makes him feel. He wants to belong to Suguru, wants to know that he's making his boyfriend feel good.

The mental image of a little bell on a collar around his neck chiming with every thrust makes Satoru dissolve into giggles. Laughter shakes his body, jostling him around Suguru's cock, which interrupts the laughter with hitches of his breath and whines, body arching up again as he tries to squirm.

"What a Pavlov--" he starts to say, but laughter claims him again. Maybe no little bell, or they'd have to be careful with it, he thinks. The threat of getting hard every time it chimes is too likely.

Suguru stops when he's fully buried inside Satoru, but his hands don't move just yet, still keeping a firm grip on Satoru, even as he tries to squirm. It's nice holding him in place like that, keeping him still and just where Suguru wants him.

The laughter is unexpected, but he loves the sound of Satoru's giggles, especially when it was inspired by something he said. It's incredibly infections, and Suguru finds himself grinning down at his boyfriend.

"Maybe Pavlov was on to something," he teases. He punctuates his words with a small, shallow thrust of his hips, rocking into Satoru. "It would be convenient to know just how to turn you on all the time."

"You do. You already do." Satoru moans happily at that thrust Suguru gives him, making him squirm and strain in his neediness for more. "The way you touch me, talk to me, look at me--fuck. Suguru." He pouts up at Suguru, wide-eyed and pleading. His thoughts aren't organized enough to even know what he's pleading for, he just knows that he wants. "Suguru."

His arms tug at Suguru, trying to urge him on, to tug him down for a kiss, anything. He feels half-feral with his need for his boyfriend, not caring about anything else in the world but having Suguru right here, buried inside of his body. "Need you. Want you. Claim me."

The words send a shiver down Suguru's back, making him gasp slightly and capture Satoru's mouth in a hasty, messy kiss. "You've got me," he murmurs against Satoru's lips. "Always."

But he knows a little better than Satoru about what he wants. What he needs at this moment. He pulls back some, to give him better leverage as he fucks into Satoru. He isn't rough yet, keeping his thrusts slow so Satoru can adjust a little to him. But he doesn't keep that pace for long, gradually moving faster, hips driving in deeper as he fucks Satoru. "You'll all mine. Only mine."

Satoru gets louder as Suguru speeds up, moans and cries delighted and needy. He grips tight to Suguru, nails digging in and clawing at him in his efforts to draw Suguru closer, trying to cling to him and urge him on all at the same time. "Yes--yes, yours. Made for you. Only for you."

He writhes beneath his boyfriend, squirmy as ever, trying to get more without having enough logical thought to actually organize his movements toward an effective goal. "My--my love, my boyfriend, my--" He feels like he wants to say something more, something else to indicate his belonging to Suguru, but he doesn't have any ideas. It's a puzzle too difficult for his pleasure dazed brain to process. "My Suguru."

"My Satoru," Suguru says in return. He lets go of Satoru's hip, reaching up to cup his chin, tilting his face so Suguru can kiss him again. It's messy, mostly tongue and lips fumbling against each other as he continues to fuck into Satoru.

Eventually, he lets go of Satoru's chin, hand shifting to his neck, and curling around the slim column of his throat. He doesn't grip too tightly, not enough to cut off air, just enough so that Satoru knows his hand is there. He has to lift up a little, looking down at his beautiful boyfriend as he thrusts into him.

"My beautiful, darling Satoru," he murmurs again. "All mine, forever."

Satoru moans into the kiss, head lifting as he tries to chase it when Suguru pulls away, whining at the loss. But the whine cuts off in surprise at the firm hand curled around his throat. It's another new and unexpected element for them in the bedroom, and Satoru's not sure how he feels about it.

But he accepts it, not consciously aware of how it calms him. His body relaxes, squirming eased, eyes fixed on Suguru as though he's the center of the universe.

Without being able to effectively clutch at Suguru like this, Satoru lets his hands drop to the pillow beside his head, just giving himself over to the rising pleasure, drifting on the crests of it easily, not thinking about anything. His hips keep stirring, straining lightly against Suguru's grip, trying to grind against him as Suguru fucks him, making him feel so good, making him feel loved and desired.

"Suguru," he murmurs again, worshipful, gazing up at him like he's something divine.

Unlike Satoru, Suguru can feel how it relaxes Satoru's body, although he doesn't think too much about it. He doesn't necessarily want to choke Satoru, but it felt right to hold him in place like this, keep him pinned, and make a claim that feels special to both of them.

"You're so good for me," he murmurs, his hand flexing around Satoru's throat, staring at him intensely. Sex with Satoru always feels good, but the way he melts and lets Suguru fuck him, and still keeps stirring, is so heady, so intense that it's easily and quickly going to Suguru's head.

He keeps his gaze on Satoru, watching him carefully to make sure he's still breathing, and eventually he does have to let go to get better leverage, fucking him from a different angle. He's sure to hit his prostate, wanting to make Satoru melt around him.

Satoru's already unbearably aroused, but it feels like something beyond his usual needy intensity. He feels calm and relaxed, and yet simultaneously extremely aroused. When Suguru shifts his angle, Satoru moans, hips lifting into each thrust. "Suguru," he murmurs between moans, never looking away from his boyfriend. He barely lasts more than three thrusts beyond the new position before he spills over the edge with a cry, body shuddering beneath Suguru, brows knit with the exquisite pleasure. "Su--"

Suguru can feel how Satoru tightens and clenches around him, and the way he spills between their bodies. "That's it," he whispers, "come for me, sweetheart."

He keeps fucking him through the orgasm, only shifting once the tremors leave his body and his cock stops jerking between them. He continues to fuck him roughly, seeking that edge for himself; it doesn't take long before he's coming with a moan, spilling inside Satoru. He collapses forward on top of Satoru, laying there for a moment before attempting to roll to the side.

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