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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Satoru makes a sound of agreement, reassured that Suguru feels similarly about these things and that they're compatible in their preferences. "I think I still like the idea of the collar, though. I don't know. I like the thought of belonging to you. We wouldn't act any different, we'd still just be us. I'm not gonna be obedient and I definitely don't wanna be punished. But a collar that means I'm yours ... it sounds kinda sexy, doesn't it? I like ... the thought of you claiming me. You being possessive of me. Nobody else being allowed to touch me. That part's hot."

Turning his head, he nuzzles at Suguru's throat and then bites his shoulder with a pleased, slightly feral rumble.

The bite makes Suguru laugh, easily starting to arouse him, and he pulls Satoru closer.

"I like the idea of a collar too. Maybe something you don't need to wear all the time, since it probably won't go with anything you wear. But you can wear it here, and if we go out." Not that they had gone out often, other than to hang out with friends. But there had been the occasional party Suguru had gone to before he and Satoru got together, and there were bound to be more as they continued in college. "Or we can get you a necklace that means the same thing. It doesn't matter if anyone else knows what's going on, as long as we do. And we know you belong to me."

As he says that, Suguru tightens his grip on Satoru and flips them over so he's on top of his boyfriend, pressing him down into the mattress.

"Isn't that right, Satoru?"

"Why wouldn't it go with what I wear?" Satoru starts to argue. "Why wouldn't I get a collar that's coordinated with my wardrobe? Suguru, please." He's still grinning, though, and listens with interest to the suggestion of a necklace. It makes him think of a nice choker, or maybe something that more visibly looks like a chain--something that again has that implication of a collared pet.

Gasping as Suguru flips him over like that, Satoru shifts beneath him, simultaneously melting into Suguru's control and arching up beneath him, instantly turned on. "Yeah," he agrees, breathy, all other thoughts skittering away as his focus narrows to his boyfriend in this moment. "Fuck, you're hot like this," he murmurs, feeling almost dizzy with infatuation and awe as he stares up at Suguru.

"Would a choker go with nerdy casual?" Suguru retorts. "Even a nice chain would look odd against half your shirts. Would you only wear it to go out?" It occurs to Suguru that he hasn't seen Satoru in anything too formal or fancy, even when they've gone out for nicer evenings with their friends. Maybe they should go out to a club at some point.

But that thought fades in face of how Satoru arches up beneath him, looking incredibly seductive like that. Suguru's attention narrows to Satoru and little else, in awe at how gorgeous he is, and how unintentionally seductive he is, melting beneath Suguru, completely trusting.

"Am I?" Suguru asks, unconcerned with how hot he is in the moment because most of his mind is occupied by Satoru. He's hot enough for Satoru, and really that's what counts in this moment. "Do you like that, sweetheart?"

Suguru rocks his hips against Satoru's, his cock stirring beneath his underwear. He arranges them so he can drag his growing erection against Satoru's.

It seems to Satoru that he should be able to get multiple collars to match different styles, and that Suguru's just plain wrong to doubt his ability to look cute and coordinated even with the most eclectic styles, but he's happy to push that to the back of his mind with the resolution to shop for collars online later that evening.

"Yeah. I like you possessive like this. I like feeling like I'm yours." Satoru whines, rolling his hips up against Suguru's, eager for more contact and pleasure.

Suguru reaches for Satoru's hands, lifting them over his head and pressing them against the pillows. Satoru's wrists are slender enough and Suguru's hands are large enough that he can wrap one hand around Satoru's wrists and keep them there while he trails his lips over Satoru's neck— which is mottled with bruises already— and upper chest.

"You should always feel like you're mine," Suguru says. "Since you are."

Three weeks into their relationship and Suguru is already picturing forever.

He bites down as he thinks about it, leaving a bruise just below Satoru's collarbones. He lets go of his hands so he can shimmy down between Satoru's legs, running his tongue along Satoru's iliac crest and then down the faint treasure trail leading from his belly button to his cock.

"Only yours," Satoru agrees, with a sigh of gratitude and pleasure as Suguru's mouth travels over him.

He gives a tiny whine of disappointment as Suguru releases his hands, but it's hard to mind all that much as Suguru moves lower down his body, looking breathtaking between his legs with his tongue skimming out over Satoru's skin.

"Fuck," Satoru breathes, neck arching and eyes closing for a moment, cock twitching eagerly as Suguru teases the areas near it. "You're so hot I can't even cope with it."

"Yeah?" Suguru asks, teasingly. "You're going to have to cope with it forever." Suguru will make sure he stays hot for the rest of his life, if he has to, just to see Satoru flush and arch like this.

"You're beautiful," he continues, nosing along the line between Satoru's leg and his groin, and then dragging his lips up the shaft of Satoru's cock. "Everywhere. Especially here. And I'm the only one who is ever going to see it."

Which isn't exactly true— locker rooms are a thing— but he'll be the one to see it hard. As he talks, Suguru licks over the head of his cock, dragging the tip of his tongue along the slit.

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