The next time he sees Karma, he's going to insist that they have a talk. So what if he consented to it? Karma should… know better… or something. Whatever. The point being that Nagisa's had to spend two days tugging at the collar of his shirt, even wearing one that was so tight when buttoned to the top that it was cutting off his windpipe. And all because he still has hickeys on his neck and he's paranoid somebody's going to see them. He's an educator. It's not like he can just laugh off these kinds of embarrassing moments, he has a duty to be a good example.
Admittedly, he forgot about it the first day. He'd remembered the hard way when he had to run to Seven Eleven to grab food since his fridge had been depressingly empty. Except he didn't have 'neck covering' up there with his priorities for a five minute soba buying adventure, so it had taken him a few minutes to realise why the worker had looked at him with a mixture of horror and embarrassment. Because not only were there a bunch of marks covering his neck, it legitimately looked like he'd been attacked by a vampire or something.
It wasn't worth how turned on it had made him at the time. Never again.
Almost a week later, and they still haven't faded. It's not as bad as it was, for sure, but it's obvious enough for Nagisa to feel self-conscious. As if standing in front of a group of teenagers all day isn't bad enough. Thankfully, nobody's brought it up to him. No, they're far more concerned with complaining about how short their winter break was, and the inevitable build up of exams.
At the very least, Nagisa had thought he would get PE period as a bit of relief, but then he was reminded of the promise he made to Watanabe. He really doesn't mind it, though. They don't have much time left together as student and teacher, after all, and he wants to make sure she leaves him in the best state possible.
Watanabe, at least, keeps to herself. As promised, she's just sitting and quietly working on her homework. He's comfortable enough, at least, to take his eyes off her and concentrate on his own work. Not that there's much of it. He's not so cruel as to set them a ton of homework so soon after the break.
That means, when his phone vibrates in his pocket, he doesn't really hesitate before pulling it out.
"No phones in school, Sensei," Watanabe says sarcastically.
He shoots her a look that… doesn't actually have that much venom. He feels like he can judge her enough to know that she's not being serious. Not that she's the one with authority in this situation, but Nagisa doesn't want to set bad examples. He's pretty much done with his work, though, and there's only so much of staring at the same papers even he can take.
Of course, he instantly regrets it.
Karma: I was just thinking, I haven't sucked you off in a while and you look good with your thighs wrapped around my head
Actually, Nagisa's heart drops into his stomach and he locks his phone shut immediately, stopping just short of literally throwing the thing across the room. This is inappropriate. He's in the company of a child. This place is a learning sanctuary and he doesn't need it being tainted by… that. Of course, there's a part of him that knows that freaking out will actually make it worse for himself, but that's more of a background voice.
Nagisa: Don't just send messages like that! I'm in class!
Karma: A. Why did you check it if you're busy?
Karma: B. Does that mean you'll take an appointment?
Nagisa: Why are YOU texting during work?
Karma: Slow day
He's withholding sex. He's doing it. If Karma's going to behave in this way… He wants to scream his annoyance to anyone who'll listen. Why is he like this? Why is Nagisa friends with him still? He doesn't care how good the aforementioned blowjob would probably be. It's no excuse to be sending him filth in the middle of the day just because he's bored!
Nagisa takes a breath, then, and some realisations begin to emerge as he calms down. Of course, this is Karma. Karma isn't some kind of sex crazed maniac. The only reason he's messaging Nagisa like this is probably because he thinks it's funny in his twisted mind. So by freaking out about it, Nagisa's just giving him exactly what he wants. Which means, he concludes, all he needs to do is be calm and aloof.
Nagisa: I'm sure you're a valued employee.
Karma: So about the sucking
Nagisa: I'll get back to you later.
He slides his phone back into his pocket, then, ignoring the next vibration that comes. He doesn't even want to know. Well, okay, maybe he does want to know a little, but he wants to know under better circumstances. Unfortunately for him, it seems like Karma pretty much succeeded in his embarrassment goal, because now the message is glued into his head.
There's a chance Karma does actually mean it, and intend for that to happen the next time they see each other. Nagisa doesn't have a problem with that! Except, they're not meant to see each other for another few days. And now he's bound to just get caught up in the loop of trying so hard not to think about it's the only thing he'll think about.
"Nagisa Sensei-"
"Yes!" He practically jumps out of his seat, standing and poised for action. He clears his throat. "Uhm, did you need some help?"
She hesitates for a second. "I don't really know what you mean by this."
He looks over her shoulder at the question. "Inference? It just means you have to guess what the author meant, and back it up with an argument."
Watanabe frowns though. "But it's worth ten points."
"Yes?"
"I can't drag it out for that long," she says. "Like, what else can I say? She's scared because she's scared. There's not much more meaning than that, is there?"
He pulls up a chair and sits down beside her. "You know I can't just give you the answer. But, it's not always as simple as that. There's no right or wrong answer here, as long as you argue it well enough. For example… what would your inference be if you saw me walking around in the rain without an umbrella."
Her eyes narrow. "That you're an idiot?"
Well, that wasn't quite the answer he was expecting.
"Okay," he says, "now give your reason."
"W-well. Who gets wet and cold on purpose?"
He smiles. "How do you know it was on purpose?"
Watanabe looks down. "I guess I don't. But I mean, even if you forgot the umbrella it's not like you couldn't get one from a convenience store. It's not like we're in the middle of nowhere."
"Maybe I was busy?"
"It's still not worth getting sick though," she reasons. "Then I'd say you're just really bad at taking care of yourself."
"Exactly!"
Her head tilts. "You are, Sensei?"
"No," he says quickly, "I didn't mean it like that. This isn't… real. But very good, I think you're getting it now. Just try and think like that when you're writing about the characters in the book."
At the very least, she looks mildly excited. Like some sort of eureka moment where every concept of understanding. She picks up the pen like it's a sword, and jams it down onto the piece of paper. Except, she just kind of stops there, rather than actually writing anything. Maybe it's because Nagisa's kind of leaning over her shoulder.
"Can I have another example?" She turns her head, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"Sur-"
She clears her throat. "You were on your phone earlier. You wouldn't have checked it if it wasn't important, plus you looked kind of freaked out. Therefore, you have some kind of secret going on. Considering the rumours about you being a super spy…"
Nagisa could have combusted right then and there. "R-right. Yes, that's a good example of inference."
"That," she shrugs, "or you have a secret girlfriend or something-"
"Hey, have you ever heard The Fish Song?"
"The what?"
He jumps up, typing it up on YouTube before pulling the projector screen down like his life depends on it. Except, the video apparently stars two women who look way too happy about dancing. It's probably not the best choice of music considering the content of Karma's message originally, but honestly it's become his go to distraction nowadays.
Watanabe doesn't look particularly impressed. But that's fine. She wouldn't get it. How often is a song so catchy and entertaining, yet also educational? Even if Watanabe is supposed to be doing literature homework, and this is kind of irrelevant. It's still a good message, at the end of the day! She doesn't need to look so horrified, really.
He's almost tempted to play it again, until he calms down some more, but they're quite literally saved by the bell. Nagisa shuts down the projector without another word, and Watanabe silently packs away the things she won't need for the next lesson. In a way, maybe this is a positive. Maybe he'll scare her into taking PE lessons with the rest of the class again.
Thankfully, when he's surrounded by chatter and freshly energised students, he manages to drop the weird act. The rest of his students don't seem too interested in cross examining him, at least. They manage to get through science, the last lesson of the day, without much of a hitch. He almost gets a rubber band projectile to the face, but that's just an average lesson.
Admittedly though, he does elect to take his exit from the classroom pretty fast when the final bell rings. Usually, he would at least stay for a little while in case anyone had any burning questions for him. He even feels a little guilty over it, dashing off like that, but it can't be helped. He just… really needs to be on his own.
"Ah, Shiota san, the meeting's not for another ten minutes. You don't need to rush like that."
Having just narrowing missed crashing into the man, Nagisa lowered his head, not wanting to look Inoue in the eye. It's not like they're friends or anything, but he's still a nice person and he would have felt really bad if he actually carelessly walked straight into him. But… wait… meeting? Nagisa's supposed to be in a meeting?
Inoue laughs. "Don't tell me you forgot? It's almost exam season."
"O-oh," realisation washes over him. "Right, that's important."
"You're still kind of new here," he leans against the wall. "It happens."
Nagisa nods.
"The way you're still standing here tells me you don't know where it is. Do you want me to take you?"
"I'm sorry," he flushes. "I don't usually-"
He waves him off. "It's not a big deal. It's technically optional for me to be there, but I'll probably have to judicate at some point during the week. It's worth me tagging along anyway, just in case they changed something."
"Thank you," he regains his composure, as they begin walking side by side. "You saved me."
"Did you have somewhere to be? You looked like you were in a rush."
"Not really," Nagisa turns his head to the side for a moment. "Just trying to get an early night."
Inoue winces. "You know this usually ends with a drinking party, right?"
Great. Of course it does. Nagisa knows that realistically he's pretty lucky. This is a rare event for him, where a lot of people get forced into this almost every day. Still, he's really not in the mood to go out into a bar. He's not in the mood to do anything other than lock himself in his apartment and stare at the ceiling for a few hours.
They actually get to the meeting room early, and most of the seats are still free. Nagisa still goes straight for one of the chairs in the back, though. He's never really been one of those people who avoid the front in order to goof off, but he calculates it's probably his best shot of the leaving the meeting and getting out of this whole drinking thing without anyone noticing he's gone.
His phone starts vibrating again, though, and rapidly. Nagisa shifts for a moment, trying his best to ignore it, but it's uncomfortable and gives off enough of a noise for his colleagues to look at him strangely. It's not even his fault! Though, there's no saying what it actually is. Maybe it's something important? The meeting hadn't started, so he figures there's no harm in opening it.
[2:10]
Karma: Quit acting like you don't like it
[3:25]
Karma: Nagisa~
Karma: There's no way your class is still running
Karma: It got even more boring here
Karma: Talk to me?
Karma: Please?
Karma: I'll even let you fuck my face
Honestly, Nagisa's just disappointed at this point. He buries his phone as close to his chest as possible, paranoid one of his co-workers is going to end up reading it. Admittedly, a part of him is also amused. Is Karma's job really that slow? Maybe Nagisa should be concerned about that, given he works for the country's economy and all.
Nagisa: Do you have to be so crass?
Karma: It's the only way to get your attention
Nagisa: I have to be in a meeting.
Karma: One of your students acting up?
Nagisa: No, it's just about exams
Karma: Skip it
Nagisa: This is important! I'm not skipping it just because you're bored.
Karma: No awesome blowjob for you then
Nagisa: Isn't that blackmail?
Karma: So you DO want it?
Nagisa: My meeting's about to start.
He's not actually lying, because that is precisely when the meeting starts. Actually, he kind of regrets not listening to Karma, just a little, because the meeting turns out to be identical to the one about summer exams the year before. He had his notepad pulled out to take notes, but there isn't really anything worth writing down. After all, it's not too difficult to stand around and monitor a bunch of pre-teens.
His mind ends up drifting to whatever's going to happen after the exams. It's already so close to when he'll have to say goodbye to all his students, though at least this time they're only moving up a year. At least he's fairly confident they're in better shape than when they started the school year, he can only hope their exam results actually reflect it. Besides… he needs to figure out an assassination prize.
The headmaster clears his throat, finally. "So, are there any questions?"
Nagisa's never been more thankful for resounding awkward silence. Actually, it's probably a good thing that nobody's confused. It leads him to wonder if this meeting happens verbatim every single year. Unlike his last school, this one doesn't seem to have such a high turnaround of staff, which would explain how bored everyone else looks.
"Well, then, let's head to the izakaya!"
Maybe this entire thing is just an excuse for drinking. Nagisa doesn't get that impression from his boss, not really. The headmaster is pretty young by most standards for the rank of the job, but if anything he just comes across as more overly earnest than irresponsible. Nagisa doesn't really hang around the staff room when he doesn't have to, so he doesn't have much more of an impression of him than that.
There are some chuckles around the room, everyone relaxing more as they get up from their seats and drift into conversational groups. Nagisa takes it as a sign to tuck his notebook away and look towards the exit. In the mild chaos of everyone lingering around the room, there's a high chance he can make it to the exit without it being stopped.
"You're coming this time, aren't you, Shiota san?"
Red handed. "A-actually-"
The headmaster drapes an arm around his shoulder. "You can't keep skipping out on it forever."
"I came to the one at the start of the year," he defends.
Something in him stiffens, though. It's so inherently wrong, against pretty much all his instincts actually, to ignore a request from his boss. If someone higher up gives you an invitation to drink with them, you accept it. It's the unwritten social law. He just doesn't feel like he has much of a reason to be there, he's too distracted to really enjoy sitting around and making conversation.
He sighs. "Well, there's always the end of year party. I'm warning you now, it's mandatory."
Nagisa smiles. "I'm sorry I can't make it to this one."
If he had a tail, it would be between his legs. Nagisa's not going to question his chance to leave now he has it, though. He leaves the building as fast as he can, jumping onto the metro like he's on some kind of mission. His phone, though, feels like a heavy weight in his pocket. His hand hovers over it, so tempted to pick it up again, but he's learnt from his past mistake.
He manages to ignore it all the way to his house, stopping off to pick up some dinner along the way. He just has a brief panic over remembering to pay with cash rather than the LINE app, lest he expose something. He even, to his pride, manages to ignore his phone whilst he sits and eats, though he's definitely on edge the entire time.
This is ridiculous and he knows it, but yet…
Karma: So how was it?
Nagisa can't help but smile.
Nagisa: You were right, it was kind of boring.
Karma: I said you should have skipped it
Karma: I had to spend the rest of work proof reading reports
Nagisa: Maybe you would have finished it quicker if you weren't texting me so much.
Karma: But how else would I have fun?
Nagisa: Literally anything else.
Karma: Are you saying you didn't like it?
Did he? Admittedly, it makes his head spin a little bit. If Karma's thinking about doing those things to him in his own time… Nagisa physically shakes his head. It's no excuse for embarrassing him at work. And maybe he should be bothered by Karma thinking about him like that. He's aware how little sense that notion actually makes, but realistically he's never had someone… desire him like this before. That is, if Karma actually means it. He still doesn't entirely trust it.
Nagisa: I don't know why you'd send something like that.
Karma: Cone on
Karma: Even you know what sexting is
He frowns.
Nagisa: Isn't that photos?
Karma: Why, you want some?
Nagisa: No!
Nagisa: I didn't say that!
His face feels like it might actually be burning. Is Karma seriously suggesting… His heart is in his stomach again. That would be crazy. It was one of the things he had actually been comfortable enough talking about in his mandatory class, even without Karma's help. Don't send indecent photos of yourself, not to anyone, there's too much that can go wrong.
Karma: This is hilarious
Karma: Don't act like I'm going to spam you with photos
Nagisa: It's just…
Nagisa: Weird.
Nagisa: I don't see the appeal of them.
Karma: Are you saying you don't like looking at my dick?
Nagisa: Well, not as a hobby.
Nagisa: Plus it's dangerous! You work for the government, you'd get in trouble if they got stolen.
Karma: I didn't know you were that concerned about my career
Nagisa: It would be even worse for me. They could even revoke my teaching license or something.
Karma: Trust me, I already have photos of you that are way more incriminating
Karma: Naked ones should be the least of your worries
Nagisa: Is that supposed to make me feel better?!
Karma: You know I never asked you for them, right?
Nagisa catches his breath. Right. That's true. Is he really freaking out about nothing here? Admittedly, he knows Karma well enough that he's confident he wouldn't actually pressure him for something like this. He knows when to back down. Which means that he's not really being serious with any of this. Therefore Nagisa's overreacting.
But why do his trousers feel a little tight?
Karma: Anyway, it's all about anticipation
Karma: Like, when you can't see each other, but you can't stop thinking about what's gonna happen when you do
Karma: Photos are just evidence of the hard work
Karma: Want a lesson?
He shifts about, his semi-erection a traitor by all considerations. This is unfair. What Karma's suggesting is such an alien concept, and he wants to reject it on the spot, but it's clearly doing something to him. He knows he can shut it down and just wait until he calms down… but somehow he's hooked and curious. Maybe he'll hate himself for it later, but…
Nagisa: As long as you delete it after.
Nagisa: And no explicit photos.
Karma: What are you wearing?
Nagisa: What's that supposed to mean?
Karma: Well if you're not sending photos, you're gonna have to use your words
Nagisa: My work clothes?
Karma: Nagisa.
Nagisa: Shirt, waistcoat, tie, normal trousers. I haven't had the chance to get changed yet.
Karma: Don't let me stop you
Karma: Take them off.
He bites his lip, a semi shudder coming over him. Even though it's just a text message, he can practically hear Karma's voice in his head. He's not sure what tone he would use… maybe something light and teasing… or else more dark and commanding. He's a little embarrassed that he prefers the latter. Though, it's enough to get him to actually do it, fumbling his way out of his clothes, though he leaves the boxers.
Nagisa: Okay.
Karma: Does this mean you went out commando?
Karma: I have to say, I didn't expect you to be that bold
Nagisa: I didn't!
Karma: Well you should have mentioned it then
Karma: Are they still on?
He kind of wants to sink into the floor and die.
Nagisa: Yes.
Karma: Good
Karma: Which ones?
Karma's a lot of things, absolutely, a genius being one of them. That being said, Nagisa highly doubts that he's actually memorised every pair of underwear he's ever worn in his presence. Well, that wouldn't be too hard actually, since he's literally only ever worn the same pair each time. Not that Nagisa spends much of his time choosing acceptable underwear for whenever they meet or anything… but he's kind of self conscious about the rest. It's not like he ever considered who else might see them when he bought them!
Nagisa: They're just normal?
Karma: C'mon~ You have to give me something
Karma: What colour?
Nagisa: Plain white?
He can't believe this is actually happening. Despite all the sex and everything… having a legitimate conversation with Karma about the colour of his underwear is just weird. Is Karma actually getting enjoyment from this? Well, okay, maybe that's not what he should be questioning. It's not even worth the mental energy it would take to figure out. The guy regularly eats ghost chillies and enjoys them.
Karma: I haven't seen those ones
Nagisa: Well yeah, they're nothing special.
Karma: So you dress up whenever you come to see me?
He hates his life. He wants to scream that no, that isn't true. Except it kind of is and that the very least, Nagisa isn't a liar. This is not a conversation line he wants to continue with, though. Knowing Karma, he's never going to let him live it down if he admits to it. And Nagisa's better off without that kind of torment in his life. Maybe it's better to just change the subject.
Nagisa: Um
Nagisa: How about you?
Nagisa: I mean what are you… wearing?
Admittedly, he does actually drop his hand when a photo comes through. He's about to yell, because he literally said no to those, but then he actually focuses in on the non-pornographic image. Actually, he frowns for a moment, because he doesn't really get it. All it is is a picture of Karma's bedroom floor, messy since there's clothes strewn over it. Why would he… oh. He gets it. If there are clothes on the floor, and they used to be on Karma's body…
He's incredibly disappointed with himself for getting just a tiny bit harder at that. It's ridiculous that this frankly stupid conversation is doing anything to him at all. Who gets a boner looking at a floor?!
Nagisa: You'll wrinkle up your shirt if you leave it like that.
Karma: I don't even like that one
Karma: Where are your priorities?
Nagisa: I'm not good at this kind of thing…
Karma: I don't know
Karma: You got me out of my clothes already
Karma: You can't be that bad
Nagisa: You did that all on your own.
Karma: True
Karma: But it's more fun to do it together
Nagisa: I don't really know what that means.
Karma: What would you do if I was there?
Nagisa's pretty sure Karma won't like the honest answer to that. It probably involves tackling him in a non-sexy way and gagging him in an equally non-sexy way. In truth, he knows if he's truly that annoyed by all of this he can straight up ignore him. So there's definitely a part of him that's cooked on this, even if Karma still seems to be actively trying to irritate him.
Nagisa: I don't know? Talk to you?
Karma: What about when we're both naked?
It's hard to contain his fight/flight response. Nagisa doesn't even have an answer for the question. He's definitely more comfortable with the sex stuff now, for sure, but that doesn't mean he knows how to talk about it. They don't really… talk. Karma explains things to him sometimes, but they don't just have discussions about everything, and if they do it's not for any purposes like this.
He's not completely sure what Karma actually wants him to say. A description, maybe? Perhaps if Nagisa closes his eyes and thinks, he can up with something. It's not like he's completely blank when it comes to ideas of what he'd do. In fact, fantasies of all the possible things he and Karma could do naked together were a permanent fixture in his brain at this point. But actually writing them into words? He has no idea how to do that.
Nagisa: Kiss, maybe
Karma is typing…
Once again, he considers throwing his phone across the room. He can barely even bring himself to look at the screen. It's ridiculous, considering everything. But he hasn't directly told Karma he wants to kiss him before, not really. The first time, he'd just done it. And it's a lot easier to ask for things when he's right there in the heat of the moment, too preoccupied to think of anything else.
He does want it, though. Kisses with Karma are almost as good as sex itself. The more he kisses Karma, the more he's even more sure he shouldn't have got the best grade in class. Whenever he kisses Karma he's too distracted to even think about things like technique. His body heats up at his most recent memories, the idea of Karma eating him alive…
Karma: Hm
Karma: So innocent, Nagisa~
Karma: Here I am naked and all you want to do is kiss
Nagisa: That's literally what YOU wanted to do last time.
Karma: But you weren't naked at that point
Karma: I wouldn't have been able to resist otherwise
Karma: It's not like kissing you is a chore, though
Karma: It's pretty fun actually, especially the face you make when I slide down to your neck
Nagisa: No
Karma: No?
Nagisa: I literally still have hickeys and I'm almost out of shirts that hide them. You're not going anywhere near my neck again.
Karma: There's no way you bruised for that long
Karma: You're probably just being dramatic
Karma: I didn't even do it that hard
Nagisa: You seriously don't believe me?
Karma: I think you're overthinking it
More than anything, Nagisa's actually annoyed. Karma did this to him and now he won't even believe him? This is ridiculous. Honestly, he's not sure how many hickeys Karma's administered throughout his life, but he's clearly not some kind of expert on this because he's wrong. Why would Nagisa even lie about it? Frustrated, he taps on the camera icon, flipping it around to selfie mode and snapping a quick shot because apparently he needs proof.
Nagisa: img_
Nagisa: Look!
Karma: You're right, that does look pretty marked still
Karma: Why don't you tilt your neck and show them off some more?
Karma: Since we're sending photos now apparently
The sad thing is, Nagisa literally almost does it. He gets as far as the camera interface again before he releases exactly what he just did. Maybe it's not the most explicit image every, but he hadn't exactly been paying attention to much else other than the evidence of the hickeys. Even objectively, the angle of the photo he sent looks suggestive. His face isn't really in it, but you can tell he's shirtless, and then there's the marks themselves…
Considering how much he expressed he was opposed to photos earlier, Nagisa feels like an idiot.
Karma: Fine, I'll leave your neck clear next time
Karma: Maybe I should really try though, if you bruise this easy
Karma: Somewhere no-one else will see it, of course
Nagisa: Okay
Karma: Maybe I'll combine it with the blowjob
Nagisa: I thought you said I wasn't getting it anymore?
Karma: If you earn it
Nagisa: I'm not sending more photos.
Karma: Relax, I didn't say that
Karma: Tell me what you want?
Karma: In detail, obviously
Nagisa's hands tremble a little over the keyboard. Is this really okay? Admittedly, the photo thing might have actually relaxed him. It doesn't make too much sense why, but he supposes it's proof nothing too bad is going to happen. This is what Karma wants from him, and even if he's not entirely sold on the concept, it's not like he's not having a physical reaction to this. Maybe if he just tries really hard to imagine.
Nagisa: You mean how I want you to
Nagisa: um…
Karma: What, can't do it?
Nagisa: I want to be on your sofa.
Karma: You want to look down at me?
Nagisa: It's funny whenever you're shorter.
Karma: Kind of sounds like a fetish
Nagisa: I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that.
Karma: It's not a bad thing
Nagisa: I really don't know how to do this…
Nagisa: Show me?
Karma: Knowing you, you'd already be half hard by the time I got down on the floor. I'd probably have to pull your legs apart myself, too. You'll be looking at me like you hate me, but you'll forget that when I start liking you. I'm not making it easy for you. You're pretty expressive, did you know that? That's why I'll take my time, until you look like you're about to cry. Maybe if I'm feeling nice, I'll take you all the way into my mouth at once, just so I can feel your legs shaking around my head.
He screams internally… and maybe a tiny bit externally. What… What was that? Nagisa reads it first and it's like a spike of fire rushes through him. He reads it again and, whilst a tiny bit insulted in parts, feels himself actually start to shake. Like some kind of instinct, his hand flies down to at least apply some kind of pressure to his groin, and he gasps a little as soon as it finds its destination.
Nagisa: Can I grip your hair?
Karma: Mmm
Karma: As long as you behave yourself
Nagisa: What's that supposed to mean?
Karma: You're going to get what I give to you and take it
Karma: Though, maybe if you ask nicely…
Karma: I'll do it faster
Nagisa: maybe
Nagisa: if you use your tongue as well
Karma: Think you'll be able to take it?
Karma: If I do that you'll end up begging for more too fast, I'm not sure if you can take it
Nagisa: I can take it
Karma: So
Karma: Are you hard yet?
Nagisa: What do you think?
Karma: Underwear still on?
Nagisa: Yeah
In fact, he's actually a little concerned with the condition of his boxers. From the growing wet patch in them, at least, he's going to need to wash them as soon as possible. Not that that's his top concern. Honestly, it's getting harder and harder to resist just jerking himself off, the things Karma's suggesting playing out vividly in his imagination.
Karma: Get comfy and take them off
Karma: Don't rush, though
Karma: Imagine I'm the one doing it
He does exactly as he says, lying out on his bed and putting the phone down for a moment. At first it feels a little weird, but he feels relief the moment he peels the band of his underwear down. Even though Karma's not actually there to judge him, he makes sure he does it slowly. If he closes his eyes, just for a moment, he really can pretend that it's Karma's hands on him, caressing his thighs as he goes and making all his hairs stand on end.
He picks up his phone again like a dying man thirsting for water.
Nagisa: you too
Karma: Already beat you to it
Karma: I've been on edge all day
Karma: How am I supposed to concentrate on work when all I can think about is bending you over my desk?
Nagisa: not my fault
Karma: It kind of is
Karma: So take some responsibility
Karma: Touch yourself
Nagisa: ok
Trying to stroke himself and hold his phone at the same time is a little difficult. He does sigh in relief, though, after holding himself off for so long. He already feels like he could be close, if he really went for it, though it's like they've barely even started. It's unfair how differently it hits when Karma's the one telling him to do it. Just knowing that Karma's thinking about him too…
Karma: What are you thinking about?
Nagisa: you everythib feekbs good
He doesn't even pay attention to the screen for a moment, focusing on stroking himself in just the right way. But when his phone pings with a notification, and he practically scrambles to read it. To his surprise, though, there's no message. Instead, their chat shows up with an audio clip, just a few seconds long. Nagisa feels his nerve spike up, before braving pressing the play button.
"Typing with one hand getting to you already~?
"S-shut up" he says back, barely registering how breathy he sounds.
Karma's reply comes back almost immediately. "Get better at multitasking and maybe I will."
Nagisa pauses his motions for a second, and replays the message. No, he can definitely hear it, if he's not mistaken… There's definitely some sort of rustling going on in the background, which means that surely, Karma's jerking himself off too. He can't help but feel weirdly proud of that, even if this entire thing is Karma's idea and honestly he hasn't done much himself.
Another voice clip comes through. "You still haven't told me what you're thinking about."
His voice is dark, leading. It twists around in Nagisa's gut. "I-I'm…" he can't completely get it out, moaning shallowly. "Karma…"
He doesn't actually mean to send the clip at all. If anything, recording something actually intelligible is a better idea. But yet… he's losing track of any of his ideas. He wishes Karma could actually be with him, oddly. It would definitely be more satisfying. How's he going to last without seeing him until the weekend? He could almost die without it.
Then, his phone vibrates a little, indicating a phone call. He accepts it like second nature.
"H-hi?"
"You sound so wrecked."
He lets out a gasp, stroking himself at a particularly good angle. "W-why did you-"
"It wasn't that efficient," he laughs lightly. "Are you almost there already?"
"Maybe," he admits, it barely escaping his mouth amongst his heavy breaths.
At the very least, he's rewarded by a low groan. "How does it feel?"
"Good," he lets out. "Really… nice…"
"So, thinking about anything?"
He just gives in. "You. I wish you were here."
There's a pause. "I wish I was there too. The things I'd do…"
"L-like what?"
"I'd be in you already," he still sounds nonchalant. "However you want it. Can you do it with your hand?"
His eyes squeeze shut, and he gasps again as he speeds up, detaching himself from the very real fact that Karma's there. His phone pretty much slips out of his grasp, at that point, so he quickly jams on speaker mode and embraces it all. If he tries hard enough, he can even imagine that he actually is there with him.
Nagisa's slightly aware that Karma's saying something, but his brain is in no shape to actually process the information. It doesn't matter… just his voice in general is enough to keep him going. As his heart thumps out of his chest, and all his muscles tense in preparation.
"I'm so close," he admits, half sobbing it out.
Karma lets out some kind of curse. "Yeah? Let yourself go, then. C'mon, come for me."
He doesn't even have the capacity to hate that he actually does. Or to think much at all as his body snaps like a rubber band and he's holding onto reality like a thread. He's definitely not thinking that practically, because he releases pretty dramatically all over his hand and stomach, stroking himself through it until it's almost painful and he feels like he could sleep for a decade. He almost forgets that Karma's even there.
"U-um," he finally breathes out.
"Have fun?" Karma teases.
"D-do you need-"
His smile is almost audible. "I appreciate the concern, but you don't have to worry about it."
"Oh."
"Got there already."
"Oh."
"Did I break you or something?"
Shakily, Nagisa attempts to sit up, picking the phone up with the hand that isn't soiled. "I'm okay."
"Sounded like more than okay," Karma pushes, before letting out a sigh.
He blinks, coming more back to himself and the situation. And then something in his stomach twists in a way that's not so pleasant. Like he can't believe any of that just happened. And they're still on the call, and he has cum all over his hand and this just isn't an ideal situation at all. But he can't just run over to the sink, his phone's still on speaker. He looks at the discarded underwear, already soiled, cringes… and then wipes his hand off.
"If it makes you feel better, I haven't done this before either."
"What?"
Karma sighs again, with purpose. "Well, I've never bothered to make it a phone call."
"H-hah… uhm, thanks?"
"I wasn't expecting you to play along so much," he says, "but you're surprising recently."
What's that supposed to mean?
"D-did you," he swallows, "really mean all of that?"
Karma takes a second. "If you want me to."
The fact that he twitches, after getting off so hard, is a little alarming. "I-I'll see you soon."
"Goodnight~"
He really does toss his phone, this time, as soon as the call cuts out. Only across the mattress, but it still feels like the right thing to do. The only sound left in the room is the hammering of his own heart, which again is mildly alarming. Instead of easing the longing, that entire conversation's just made him even more impatient to see Karma again.
He brings himself to get up, though. There's only so long he can put up with sitting like that before getting into the shower. He can't help but look back at his phone, over his shoulder, and wonder. A small smile creeps its way onto his face. Maybe… Karma really has been thinking about him all day, rather than just making fun of him.
Strangely, that makes him feel pleased.