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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 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.

Suguru gives him perfectly what he needs, drawing out the orgasm with slower, deep strokes, but the moment that his body starts to relax, Suguru's pace quickens again. Gasping cries slip from Satoru's lips at the rougher thrusts, and he squirms beneath Suguru, almost struggling, overwhelmed by the stimulation on his oversensitive body. It's something they've discussed, though, something that he's been clear about--he wants Suguru to keep going. He likes it that way, likes the intensity of it, and likes feeling a little like a plaything for Suguru. Once, he was able to come again in under a minute, hitting a second climax without ever coming down from the first, but that's something they're still figuring out. Sometimes it's too much and he's twitchy and petulant after Suguru finishes.

Hugging his arms possessively around his boyfriend once Suguru collapses on him, Satoru nuzzles at him, wanting to stay close. "That was ... something else."

It takes a moment for Suguru to catch his breath, and he nuzzles at Satoru's neck, peppering it with kisses while he waits to speak. Finally, he lifts his head, looking at Satoru.

"Did you like it?" he asks, slightly worried. Satoru's body reacted so beautifully, but that doesn't mean anything if he didn't enjoy it. "It was intense."

"Yeah." Satoru smiles at him, lazy and content, reaching to brush Suguru's hair back from his face. "Our best yet, I think. You were so hot." His heart thumps as he stares at his boyfriend, feeling so lucky and so in love. "Dunno if it was especially effective at dissuading me from letting people flirt with me, though. Like, if that's what's gonna happen, that's definitely more like incentive to try and lure people to flirt with me. Get you all hot and jealous."

He scrunches up his nose at Suguru, pulling a face in order to tease him, then leans in to steal a kiss.

Suguru huffs at that, rolling his eyes. He doesn't entirely believe Satoru would flirt with people just to make him jealous, although it was really hot to take him back and claim him the way he did. They could certainly do more of that.

He goes willingly into the kiss, tugging Satoru closer as they kiss. He doesn't want to let go yet, even though he knows they should clean up before they get too sticky. Suguru's usually the one to insist on that, but he wants to savor the afterglow now.

"I'm always hot for you," he points out when they break apart. "Seeing you flirt is just going to make me rougher."

"Again, not exactly dissuading me from flirting," Satoru keeps teasing, grinning at him.

For now, though, he trails a fingertip over Suguru's chest, tracing the lines and planes of his musculature. Thoughtful and processing through the events of the past hour. He watches his finger's path, admiring Suguru's physique, then pauses, eyes flicking back up to Suguru's face. "Were you serious about the collar? Or was that just sex talk?"

The question isn't completely out of the blue, considering that Suguru had brought it up during sex. But it takes him a moment to process, thinking back to what he'd said. It had been words bandied about in the heat of the moment, a possessive streak sparked by seeing someone attempt to flirt with Satoru, and Satoru responding.

His gaze drops to Satoru's neck, fresh marks in the shape of Suguru's hand and mouth already blooming across the pale skin. They're visible marks that Satoru belongs to someone, although they'll fade with time.

Was he serious about the collar? He wasn't not serious about it....

"Do you want one?" he asks instead of directly answering.

"I..." Satoru hesitates at having the question turned back on him, looking a little lost. He searches Suguru's face, having hoped to get a better handle on the topic based off of how Suguru answered. Now he's uncertain again, because he doesn't know what it means or what he's signing up for.

"I don't know, Suguru." Satoru's voice is soft, and he nestles close again, nuzzling at Suguru's shoulder and feeling strangely insecure about his ignorance. "I don't know anything about that kinda stuff. I kinda like the idea, but if it means something in particular you're gonna have to tell me."

"I don't know much about it either." Which feels awkward and weird to admit, especially considering that he has the most experience between them. But very few of his encounters leaned into anything heavy; he hadn't thought about possessing someone in the past, certainly not the way he wanted to possess Satoru. "I've seen people wearing them before at clubs I've been to— not sex clubs, just bars and such— and I know it wasn't just for aesthetics. It was more for kink things."

Beyond that, he's at a loss. He knows it's deeper than some kink thing, but he hadn't ever thought to ask or look it up.

He wouldn't even know where to get one. A pet store? There are clothing stores that cater to the alternative crowds, but a spiky collar doesn't seem appropriate.

But he would like to see Satoru with a mark, something that notes him as taken and belonging to Suguru. A wedding ring, but not— not somehing they would have to explain to their families or anything. That feels selfish; his stomach clenches at the thought. Satoru isn't someone he can just possess and own, like a pet.

He exhales slowly, mind still racing.

"Maybe we should look into it. It can be something we just do during sex."

"Let's look into it," Satoru agrees, appeased by this solution. His head lifts again and he offers his boyfriend a smile. "I'd like that. And if we look into it and we don't like what other people are doing, we can figure out our own thing, whatever's right for us." He cups a hand against Suguru's cheek, admiring him for a moment before giving him a warm kiss.

He doesn't linger in the kiss, pulling back to study Suguru's eyes again. "You know I'm yours, right? No one else could ever compare. Especially not that loser. I don't want anyone else touching me. I want to be only yours, only ever yours." His brow furrows a little with worry. As much as he enjoyed the possessive sex, he's a still concerned that Suguru might actually be upset. "Do you trust me?"

Suguru slips an arm around him and pulls Satoru closer, snuggling in as much as he can, given their positions. His hand splays across the small of Satoru's back. "And if you like it, we can look into getting you a collar."

He leans into the kiss, a little surprised when Satoru pulls away so quickly, having expected the kiss to be much longer. He's about to ask why he stopped when Satoru speaks up. His words are a relief, although Suguru still feels something complicated he can't name.

"Of course, I trust you." That was never in question. "And I didn't think you wanted him to touch you, although I was shocked when you started flirting back." He runs his thumb in a small circle on Satoru's back. "You hadn't shown interest in anyone before we got together, and I'm sure that's still true."

“I’m not interested in anyone but you,” Satoru agrees insistently. He fidgets, embarrassed and a little uncertain of his own motivations. “I… Suguru… I’ve never gotten to flirt with anyone before. I always hated the idea of anyone thinking they had a chance and then bothering me and I’d have to get rid of them and it would be all awkward. It made me squirm. I just wanted people to stay away.”

Biting his lip, Satoru looks away, worried again that Suguru was going to be displeased with him for his misbehavior. He never cared what anyone else thought about him, never wanted anyone else's approval, but he intensely wanted Suguru to be proud of him and pleased with him. “But in this case I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere. I was safe with you. If he thought he had a chance he’d learn the truth quickly enough. I could… just enjoy the attention, smug in the knowledge that I belonged to you. I like the idea of other people being jealous of us. Lots of people want you, but you’re mine. And lots of people want me, but they can't have me. I belong to you."

His arms tighten around Suguru's shoulders, clingy and possessive.

The insistence that they belong to each other that carries in Satoru, not just in his words but in his tone and demeanor, relaxes Suguru a little. Enough that he can push aside the uncomfortable thoughts about claiming, and focus instead on his boyfriend.

"So you can flirt with people when you're attached to someone because you can get rid of them easier?" he asks, his tone teasing. His arm tightens around Satoru, thumb still drawing lazy circles on his back. "You can flirt because you don't care about it, and they're just a pesky inconvenience you'll get rid of soon enough."

Which makes sense, if Suguru thinks about it. Especially the flirting. If he'd never done any flirting, especially to avoid awkwardness, and now he could, it wasn't unlike Satoru to test everything.

"I'm not mad at you for flirting. It was shocking, I'll admit, but even from a distance, you didn't seem serious about it." He hadn't heard most of the conversation, just a little at the end. And Satoru had dodged the touch quickly, which told Suguru enough about the encounter. "Trying to make everyone else jealous?"

Satoru both brightens and relaxes when Suguru understands. He grins, nodding, and presses a kiss to the tip of Suguru's nose. "We make everyone else jealous just by existing. Doubly so--more than doubly so--when we're together. But yeah, it's like picking a fight. I would have enjoyed it if he had tried to turn it into a fight, once he realized I'd only been toying with him."

Satoru's always enjoyed mocking and needling at people, and he's thrilled when it does turn into a fight, because he always wins fights easily and embarrasses his opponents. He doesn't end up in a lot of physical interactions, since most people don't try to make altercations out of Satoru's offenses, but he just treats it as a game either way.

Happy and infatuated, Satoru grins as he studies his boyfriend's face, just enjoying the embrace for another minute. He'll want to wash up soon, but he's not yet ready to let go after all the emotions they've gone through over the past hour.

"Of course we do." Suguru had no doubt about that. They were both attractive people, smart and skilled, so there was bound to be jealousy. He could understand why Satoru would take everything the way he did— leaning into flirting to make the guy jealous, shrugging off the encounter moments later when the guy ended up sulking about it.

"Aren't you in a class with him? Won't that make everything awkward?" Suguru asks, brow furrowing for a moment. He doesn't know how big the science classes get, if they would even see each other in the classroom, or if it wouldn't be a problem. He hopes the guy remembers this and doesn't try to flirt again, although he wouldn't put it past anyone.

"Nah, I was just gonna play it off, act dumb. I wasn't leading him on or saying anything untrue, I was just failing to be clear. He was trying to invite me to some frat party and I was like nah I'm pretty sure I'm busy. I just didn't specify that my plans were to get railed by my hot boyfriend. If he tries to flirt again or gets snippy with me I can just act oblivious, like I thought he was just being friendly? And duh I already have the best boyfriend? No one else could compare." Satoru shrugs, deeply unconcerned about it all. "Mkay let's clean up and then research collars. I'm curious."

He pecks Suguru's lips, then kisses him again because he can't resist, laughing happily as he steals a third kiss for luck.

"You're an asshole," Suguru comments, his tone amused and vaguely proud. He likes the asshole parts of Satoru just as much as he likes the nerdy bits and the arrogant side. He just likes Satoru.

He pulls Satoru back for a fourth kiss, but four is an unlucky number, so he doesn't let go just yet, kissing him again. Only then does he let go and sit up so they can clean up. They've gotten good at that process, at least, although Suguru takes the opportunity to strip the bed and change the sheets.

"We should get a sex blanket," he comments to Satoru, as he smooths out the duvet on the bed. "Make clean up easier."

But it's an idle thought, something to figure out later, after they've researched the more important things like collars.

"What is a sex blanket, is it just an ordinary blanket that we have sex on or is it some kind of special hydrophobic material? Will it be covered in cartoon penises? I assume it will be covered in cartoon penises." Satoru rises gingerly, cheeks flushing red at the slick, obscene sound of the semen escaping from his hole. He leaves Suguru to fuss with the bed and waddles carefully to the bathroom, thighs pressed together to at least try not to drip on the floor. Turning on the shower, he steps in and starts washing off, efficient about it today because he doesn't feel like taking a bath afterward, and he suspects they may end up with another round either before or after dinner.

"Cartoon— no! We are not teenage boys, Satoru," Suguru says, aghast and completely ignoring the fact that they are still teenage boys, "and we're not putting cartoon pensises on our bed when fucking. It's a blanket made from hydrophobic material."

He finishes making the bed while Satoru showers, and pops into the bathroom to do his own cleanup while Satoru showers. He's likewise not too particular about it this time, because he's sure they'll go again; it's still early, and they are going to look up something that's likely to titillate.

He pulls on his old underwear and has Satoru's laid out for him when he emerges.

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