His vision is a flurry of red. That's all he can possibly see, though he can feel the hands. Pressure, trailing down the plains of his stomach. He's not even sure where he is, all he knows is how good he feels. Full and satisfied about just an arm's reach from some sort of higher awareness. How can he not fall into it? When insistent lips press against the juncture of his neck, and there's only one word on his lips. 'Karma…'

Recently, Nagisa has dreams like these.

It's like they're crafted specifically to torment him. Without fail, he wakes up hot and sweaty and uncomfortably hard. It's not the kind of morning wood he can just ignore away either. Needs must, he tugs himself out of his pyjamas and gets it over with. No matter what, though, he still thinks about him. Maybe that's normal, since it's the only thing he has to go from, but it still makes him feel awkward. Thankfully, when he wakes up like this, he's usually pretty close already.

After washing his hands off, Nagisa takes a moment to splash himself in the face with cool water, his body still buzzing. How long can he survive like this? It's ridiculous. It can't just be his body trying to make up for lost time now it knows what it was missing out on, not anymore. Karma has well and truly broken his sex drive. Once a week might not be enough anymore.

It's a weird day. He has to go to work, but none of his students are going to be there. A part of him just kind of wishes it was granted as a day off. But of course, it's hard not to be slightly bitter so early in the morning. He cheers up a little anyway, once he's made himself a quick breakfast, made his hair slightly more tame, and pulled his work clothes on. All in all, it's just another morning.

And then his phone vibrates.

Karma: You up?

That throws Nagisa through a moment of confused panic. Why is Karma even texting him so early? And why does it matter?

Nagisa: Yeah.

It's about then that Nagisa realises the message didn't come from their usual chat thread, but then there's a knock at the door.

"Uhm, hi-"

Nagisa gets cut off by Karma shoving him against the wall, awkwardly trying to manoeuvre his shoes off in the entrance as he kisses him hard on the lips. A part of Nagisa wants to say that it's too early for this, but the part of him that very much enjoys kissing Karma gets its way. He's caught up like that, trapped in the heat of Karma's body.

He walks him back slightly, narrowly avoiding tripping over the step into the apartment. Nagisa is too dazed to do anything but let himself be pushed. Is he still dreaming or something? But Karma feels so real. And even though he got himself off just recently, already he starts to feel himself strain in his trousers. What is this?

Evidently it's not going to take him long to find out, because Karma finally releases his head, but replaces it with a grip to his shoulders, twisting him around with force. By instinct, Nagisa catches himself, palms just catching himself as he's pressed up against the wall and oh, okay, this is some sort of surprise sex thing?

Karma doesn't seem interested in taking his time, mouthing at the back of his neck like he's hungry as his hand creeps round, undoing his belt and trousers with expert precision. Nagisa moans into it at first, only just having the sense after the fact to turn his head and try and cover his mouth with his arm. It's better than nothing.

Karma hums like he's pleased at that, though ignores his erection as he pulls his trousers and underwear down. It feels weird, though. Looking over his shoulder, just for a moment, Karma's bending down with it, clearly not happy to just let his clothes pool at his ankles. In the moment like this, Nagisa happily obliges, stepping out of them.

Naturally going with the flow, he lets his body bend and his legs come apart, which elicits a hiss from Karma. He sounds out too, though, when Karma roughly grabs his ass again. Perhaps this is a little much, so early in the morning and completely out of nowhere, but Nagisa can't bring himself to care too much. Vaguely, there's thoughts of places to be, but…

What he's not really expecting is Karma's (thankfully lubricated) thumb pressed against his entrance. His body is working on its own, though, and he practically backs into it. It's even better than his dream, especially with the way Karma holds the rest of him still, like some sort of warm barricade. Thankfully, Karma doesn't tease him for too long.

Nagisa's really grateful for his thinking with the placement of the arm over his mouth, because he'd be letting out all kinds of keening noises otherwise. Actually, he's a little surprised Karma's allowing him that, but maybe he's just preoccupied.

He does let out a gasp, when Karma suddenly rams into him properly with his fingers, and almost immediately his eyes roll back. He's already at the point, surprisingly, where it's not quite enough. But it still feels good, and Karma knows exactly how to work his fingers like this. Nagisa might be slipping already, his legs starting to shake with the effort of keeping upright.

When Karma withdraws from him, he feels near giddy with anticipation, but then he's turned around instead. Maybe he should have felt a little embarrassed, but more than anything he feels heat, especially with the hard way Karma's looking down at him. Rather than something like untameable lust, Karma looks like he's very much holding back, but unmistakeably turned on. Nagisa can only lick his lips.

Karma's throat sounds dry. "I have something for you."

Nagisa just blinks, and watches as he takes something out of his work bag. "What's that?"

A smirk grows on his face. "Don't you remember? It's one of the toys I got you."

Nagisa's head quirks for a moment. Honestly, Karma bought a lot of stuff that day, and he hadn't recognised what everything was. It looks kind of similar to the vibrator he'd used on him before, though one end is very distinct, dipping in before flaring out again. A part of him is slightly disappointed, to not be getting all of him, but he's also curious.

Karma twists it around his hands like a baton. "It has a very specific purpose you see."

Everything happens at once. Nagisa finds his legs kicked even wider apart, knocking him slightly off balance. Karma seems prepared for that, though, reaching out with his spare hand to pin Nagisa's arms back against the wall, above his head. With his other hand, he quickly reaches between his legs and shoves the toy into him, facing very little resistance.

It feels really weird to be standing up with this kind of sensation. Karma starts pumping it in and out, not exactly slowly, and his head slams back against the wall too, biting down hard on his lip to attempt to contain himself. It doesn't feel as good as Karma's actual erection would have, but he can't complain about the feeling.

"You look like you're already pretty close," Karma says lowly, basically covering his body with his entire form.

Nagisa ends up nodding, turning his head.

But then Karma lets go, and takes a step back. "Good. The base is made like that so you can just keep it in all day."

Did he hear that right? "W-what?"

Karma just walks away from him, stepping over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands off. All Nagisa can do is gape at him. Is that it? Is he just going to leave him like this? He feels trapped somehow, unable to do much more than breathe. Nagisa should try and regain control of himself, but he just can't take his eyes off Karma.

"What's that look?"

What kind of question is that?! "Why?"

Karma crosses back over to him, pinning him back against the wall. "Because I want you to think about me all day," he says into his ear, before going right back into his nonchalant demeanour. "You think you can do that?"

Nagisa can't look at him anymore, afraid of what his answer could be.

"I have something else," he says. "First of all, you'll probably want this," he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of lube. "Just in case it dries out eventually. I also got these, they're the real cherry on top, don't you think?"

Ordinarily, Nagisa would have had the capacity to be horrified at the implications Karma's actually making, and the fact that he's now holding lacy underwear in front of his face. Lingerie?! Really?! Though, as Nagisa squints at the unopened packaging, he notices a very aggressive 'for men!' plastered across the front. This… exists?

Karma doesn't actually seem interested in waiting for his opinion, opening it up to pull out the black lacy pair, which actually look more in the shape of boxer briefs. Nagisa's not sure how to feel, because on the one hand they're literally panties, but in a really twisted way he doesn't want to unpack, he feels something for the fact that Karma went to the effort of finding a pair aggressively gendered. Nagisa doesn't buy into such marketing ploys, but at least…

The next thing he knows, Karma's bending down again, and basically freely moves Nagisa's legs into a position he can manipulate. Still dazed, Nagisa just goes with it, watching as he gently slides them up his legs and finally over his ass. At least they feel pretty soft? Not that Nagisa puts much thought into underwear ever. But then his trousers are being pulled back up for him too, and when Karma buttons them up, it's like nothing ever happened.

"See you after work," he calls, and just lets himself out.

It's a miracle Nagisa doesn't just collapse on the floor.

He's stunned, to put it simply. It's hard to get a grasp of the reality that any of that really just happened. Just what had he agreed to? When he attempts to take a step, he can most certainly feel the plug inside him. He clenches almost instinctively, though it doesn't appear to be going anywhere… maybe that's part of the design.

Logically, he knows he can just take it out and forget all of this happened, but there's something stopping him. It doesn't make any sense, it really doesn't. But then there Nagisa is, taking just a quick drink of water before he heads out of the door. He does have work after all. Except, walking properly is even more weird, though he starts to become oddly accustomed to it.

It feels like everyone's staring at him.

Nagisa knows, somewhere in his head, that can't be true. There's no reason for anyone to pay any attention to him. But, despite being fully clothed, he feels like he may as well be naked. There on the train, he feels like every awkward movement he makes exposes what's going on inside him, as though there's something distinctive in what he's doing.

He's not fully sure how, but he does make it to work. Nagisa can only be glad that none of the students are going to be there. He can just go and sit on his own, with some peace and quiet, and hide his own shame. Thankfully, he manages to do just that when he gets inside the school, B lining for his own classroom so he doesn't have to actually speak to anyone.

Except, sitting down is even weirder. Realistically, it's not like it feels bad in the physical sense, but the situation he's in just makes his stomach twist every time. He thought he'd be able to concentrate, if he just made it to work, but now he's here all he can feel is hyper aware of how he's being touched.

The more he tries to ignore it, the more he can feel, and already it feels like he's on the edge of something. This is what Karma wants, isn't it? For Nagisa to be forced to think about him all day… his stomach churns at that. Later… he'll be happy, won't he? Plus, if he's thinking about Karma, maybe Karma's thinking about him all day too…

That doesn't stop this from being super embarrassing though!

Nagisa manages to at least make a start on grading the pile of homework he left to fill out his day. Thankfully, it's enough of a distraction that his current situation isn't the first thing on his mind. And for the most part, his students have actually done pretty well! He feels pride shoot through him, the more circles he's able to mark. Looks like they'll do well on their exams and pass through to next year after all…

"Hey, Shiota san, I thought you'd skipped out on the day."

Nagisa almost falls out of his chair, to see his co-worker standing right there. "U-uhm hi-"

Inoue smiles wide. "I wouldn't blame you, a few people have definitely called in 'sick'."

He shifts automatically, and with the jolt of the plug inside him, remembers why that's a bad idea. "It's not like I didn't have work to do here… Why did you come in?"

"Eh," he lets himself in, flopping himself down on one of the many free chairs in the room. "We PE teachers still have responsibilities, you know! Plus, I came for the pudding."

"The pudding?"

Inoue nods enthusiastically. "Don't tell me nobody's told you about the pudding?!"

He shakes his head. "I don't think so?"

"They're selfish," he scoffs. "Keeping it to themselves, of course. You see, there's only a select few days a year when us staff can get our hands on it, what with the students getting priority. You've never spoken to Shokuji san? She's worked in the cafeteria here… maybe for thirty years now? Nobody really knows, actually."

"I usually just bring my own lunch," Nagisa admits. "So... the pudding's special?"

"It's the best pudding," he states like he truly does mean it. "And she's taking that recipe to the grave. She only makes a limited amount each day, so coming in when there's no students is the best tactic."

"She makes it even when students aren't here?"

"Like I said, every day, without fail for at least thirty years."

Nagisa finds himself smiling. "It must be some pretty great pudding."

Inoue tilts his head. "Won't you come to lunch with me? You shouldn't just take my word for it."

A part of Nagisa's soul dies. "Y-yeah, okay."

He immediately regrets agreeing, but what else is he supposed to do? He doesn't have a good excuse for skipping out on the experience… at least not an excuse he can actually speak about. Thankfully, at least, Inoue starts walking right in front of him. That gives Nagisa the capacity to cringe as he moves to stand up, trying to keep his cool as he follows him.

The school isn't fancy by any means, but Nagisa supposes the cafeteria is a pretty nice place. He knows most of the other teachers do choose to eat in there too, but he's always preferred to just take the extra time to get some work in. It's not that he intentionally avoids the others… He grabs his own lunch, anyway.

Despite that, it's not like he's never gone in there, and it's certainly strange with no students and a very reduced set of staff occupying it. Inoue doesn't hesitate, though, rushing straight over to the counter. Nagisa feels a little awkward, just standing there with the small amount of food that he brought with him. Besides, he knows Kayano would murder him if he passed on trying out supposedly famous pudding.

"Are you ready?" Inoue comes back over to him, two cups of the stuff in hand.

Nagisa finds himself nodding. "Sure."

It's awkward, though, as he sits himself down on a lunch bench that's far less comfortable than his work desk. It doesn't help that the plug shifts again, and he has to bit down on his lip and screw his eyes shut for a moment. If Inoue notices anything weird, he doesn't say anything about it, just humming for a moment as he unwraps a salad he brought.

"This makes me feel like I'm in high school again," Nagisa says absentmindedly.

"You're native Tokyo, aren't you?" Inoue seems to smile as he says it.

"Well, not really," Nagisa turns his head. "I'm from Kunugigaoka."

"That's basically Tokyo," Inoue laughs lightly. "You went to a high school in the city?"

Nagisa nods. "It was my best chance of getting into a good university."

"I'm from a small town in Aomori," Inoue says, though he doesn't sound resentful, "I used to dream about how much more fun Tokyo schools would be. Well, I got to go to university here too, but that's kind of different."

That grabs his interest, though. "You don't really have an accent?"

He smiles. "I guess other people rub off on me easily. It was tricky, though. I had to give up the idea of becoming a physical therapist to get the grades to come here. I like teaching a lot more, though, so it worked out in the end."

Nagisa finds himself nodding again. "That makes sense."

"Hey, Kunugigaoka? Isn't that where that crazy stuff with the alien went down?"

His heart drops a little, and he looks at the table. "Yes, we're pretty famous for it. The city used to just be known for having a lot of schools… but that's a little different."

It's not exactly easy to have state secrets. It was something everyone had had to deal with for the first few years, countless journalists and conspiracy theorists sneaking up on them to try and get to the bottom of the story. Karasuma had done what he could, but you couldn't stop everyone. The level of interest had certainly died down eventually, especially when nobody actually cracked. It's just frustrating that the entire world views Korosensei as some kind of monster, and there's nothing Nagisa can do to defend him.

Inoue nods seriously. "The reports were crazy."

"I- I don't really remember."

"I guess it was a long time ago," he hums. "Ten years?"

"Nine."

"Ah," he takes a sip of his drink. "Well, anyway, it's probably pudding time, right?"

He's finished the food he was eating, so he nods. "I'm excited to try it."

Admittedly, it is really good. Nagisa's not the biggest pudding fan ever, but he can definitely understand why a bunch of people might be crazy about something like this. He'd eat it again, if he got the chance. It basically melts in his mouth. Maybe he should talk to some colleagues more often… if there's secrets like this.

"It's the staff party soon," Inoue says. "It's pretty much tradition to try and get the recipe out of her. You want in?"

Nagisa looks in the direction of the kitchen. "There's probably a pretty good reason she's keeping it a secret though."

"That's true," Inoue says after a moment. "I don't think she minds though. If anything, I think the only reason is she finds it funny to watch everyone fight over it."

Maybe that's true. Their conversation winds down after that, though. There's not much else to really say to him, after they've exchanged some basic conversation. It's not that Inoue isn't interesting enough to talk to, but there's definitely a level Nagisa isn't sure about crossing. They work together, but it's not like they're friends. There's only a certain amount of personal stuff you can really get out.

Also, it doesn't feel right to be having a casual conversation… like this.

At least he can expect to have an uneventful afternoon. If anything, he's actually even getting used to the feeling of the plug. He's thankful that it's in a situation where he doesn't really need to see anyone though. He's on edge of course, about people knowing, but he can relax with the fact that there's no real danger.

But he knows. And it is embarrassing. Nagisa just can't believe he's actually doing it. The fact that he went to work with a butt plug and (male) panties just because Karma told him to. This is so far from him… Except Nagisa knows that it is really him doing this, letting this happen, and maybe he even partly enjoys it. Maybe he's just been some kind of deviant all along.

As if on cue…

Karma: How's it going?

Nagisa: You know exactly how

Karma: Please go on

Karma: Enlighten me

Nagisa: There's only so many ways a plug and panties can feel

Karma: You kept it in then?

Karma: You can take it out soon

Karma: Once you get here

His thumb hesitates above the phone screen. Is he… anticipating this? This all has to lead to something after all. It's still intensely embarrassing though, to say the least. Even though Karma's the one who put them there, the idea of facing him like this…

Maybe he should play him at his own game. There's no dignity left to lose at this point.

Nagisa: What are you going to do?

Karma: Take what I prepared, of course

Nagisa: What if I just keep it in? You've made me sit here like this for so long. Maybe I got used to it.

Karma: If you want to plug your ass every day, all the more power to you

Nagisa: That's not what I meant!

Karma: Nice try x

He glares at his phone. Not only because Karma out manoeuvred him, it seems he's never going to get away with the teasing thing again, but because of the ending of Karma's message. That little x character… does he mean it as a kiss? That's what people do in texts, isn't it? Nagisa doesn't really understand why it supposedly represents a kiss, but he knows it does and there's no good reason for Karma to be attaching it to his messages.

Sure, he adds emojis sometimes. There's a whole thread of messages in their 'special chat' which is just a string of phallic looking vegetables. But kisses? Why is this getting to him more than any other kind of explicit flirtation?! Nagisa's face is scalding red at this point. Which means that whatever Karma's trying… probably is working.

Predictably, he spends the rest of the day annoyed.

Once he finishes all his grading and planning, he knows he can leave, but he doesn't even really want to. Even when the clock ticks down, and technically the work day is over, he still finds himself sitting in the room. Well, there's no point in going home. But there's only so much Nagisa can do, especially with his limited range of movement.

He decides to write a notecard.

Hisaishi san,

Once again congratulations on your recent birthday.

I wanted to write this card, not only since I couldn't give you a proper birthday card before, but also to apologise for causing a scene at your birthday party. It was incredibly rude of Karma and I to leave so suddenly and

Nagisa's hand stills as he's writing. There's no good way to say it. In fact, there's not even a neutral way to say it. Maybe it's ridiculous that he's even writing a card like this. Although, Nagisa knows he'd feel even worse if he just leaves it. But there's no real way to describe his apology for sneaking off during her gathering to have sex with Karma which was most likely incredibly audible, and thus likely ruined the atmosphere.

It might just be better to get on his hands and knees and bury his head in the dirt.

-and cause such a disturbance. I hope that you were able to have an enjoyable party despite all of that.

Sorry again,

Shiota Nagisa.

For some reason, Nagisa also stamps it with his hanko as though it's a formal document.

Maybe it's a little overkill, but he doesn't want this weighing on him any longer. With that, Nagisa decides it's finally time to leave work, but that makes him feel even more nervous. Not only because that means walking a significant distance, amongst a bunch of people… but also what's going to happen to him when he actually makes it.

Somehow the process is even worse than in the morning. Maybe it's because Nagisa's far more alert at this point, but he knows he's walking incredibly weird. He also definitely looks like he's up to no good, but it's hard to try and not be suspicious. The most Nagisa can do is attempt to try and keep his head down for most of the ride.

It's safe to say he's on edge by the time he's posted the letter through Hisaishi san's door, and knocks on Karma's.

"You made it in one piece," Karma takes him in.

Nagisa half shoves past him, kicking his shoes off in the entrance, happier now he's not in a public place anymore. "Don't sound surprised."

Karma just laughs at him. "Don't act like you hated it if you didn't."

"I-"

He steps closer to him. "Did you? Hate it."

A wave of heat washing over him, Nagisa shakes his head.

Apparently that's the right answer, because Karma turns, just grabbing him by the wrist as he practically drags him into his bedroom. Not that Nagisa wouldn't have come willingly… As slightly annoyed as he is by all of this, it's not like it doesn't feel good. Especially right here, in a place where he can actually allow himself to feel it.

As though he's checking him over for something, Karma stares him up and down, before unbuttoning his shirt. Just like earlier, Nagisa's kind of dumbstruck, just standing still and allowing himself to be moulded. He's being weirdly gentle, though, actually letting the shirt pool to the floor rather than tossing it off into the distance. Following that is the trousers, which leaves him there with just the underwear.

Slowly, Karma's hand creeps behind him and caresses his ass. Or, more the material covering it. For most of the day, the lacey things had been at the back of his mind, with more pressing things to focus on. They are comfortable, and very soft, but Nagisa still feels really weird about wearing them. They're not quite over his limit though…

"Turn around," Karma tells him.

It's just like their position this morning, with Nagisa leaning against the wall and Karma behind him. He doesn't actually remove the underwear, though, instead electing to pull them to the side, and then Nagisa feels a tug on the plug. Since it's been there all day, it somehow feels even stranger to have it forcefully moved.

Apparently Karma's not in the mood to just mess around with him, though, pulling it all the way out of him and putting it… somewhere. Nagisa doesn't get much of a chance to think about it, because now he feels exceptionally weird. He's far too open all of a sudden, like somehow he just adjusted to having something there and now he's just empty.

He hears a bottle he assumes is lube clicking open, before finally he has Karma's fingers in him and oh. Nagisa's more accustomed to sex nowadays, and there's far less hesitation needed. But, there's still usually a bit of discomfort initially. But with his muscles being loosened all day, it feels more like Karma's fingers are meant to be there and he can't help but groan at the sensation.

"Looks like you're ready," Karma observes, turning him around again.

He only looks at him for a second or so before Nagisa finds himself lifted off the ground. Karma has a habit of doing that, but it still manages to surprise him, especially when, in one frightfully fast manoeuvre, he pushes all the way into him, the underwear still just shoved to the side. It's much better than just his fingers, causing Nagisa's head to flip back and bang into the wall.

He knows Karma's strong, but this is almost scary. He has one arm braced against the wall, but the fact that he can easily hold Nagisa's weight and pound into him… Admittedly, the angle is a little strange, though Nagisa finds he has some control over it based on the way he squeezes his thighs around Karma's hips.

The best thing about it, though, is that their faces are actually aligned for once. They've been through a lot of different positions at this point, admittedly, but this definitely feels the closest somehow. For once, Nagisa actually takes the initiative and steals a kiss, because how can he not when Karma's lips are right there.

Not that it's much of a real kiss. They're more just panting into each other's mouths. It still makes Nagisa feel hot all over. The kind of hot that threatens to burn him up from the inside out. He has to concentrate, though. From this position, he still needs to put some effort into holding himself upright, rather than just letting go. It creates a new sensation in his core.

In fact, as much as he knows Karma can pretty easily hold him like this, the psychology of not being flat on the ground remains, causing him to hold on even tighter than he normally would. The fact that he's pretty much squeezing around Karma makes him feel even better as he moves inside him, setting his nerves alight.

The kiss breaks, but there's no distance between them as they breathe, and Karma's forehead presses against his. For reasons he can't really rationalise, that breathing makes him want to squirm. As opposed to how intense it can feel sometimes, like he could die from the overwhelming pleasure at any moment, this is more like something he'd be more than happy to feel forever.

The fabric of the underwear is also doing something. Especially as he gets closer, and even more sensitive. It creates a kind of friction with every movement, which is weird considering how soft the material is. The way it rubs against his erection makes his toes curl.

He lets out a sigh of Karma's name, digging one of his hands into his hair.

"Are you okay?" Karma slows down briefly.

Nagisa's dazed at even being asked, but he nods. "Y-yeah?"

There's a look on Karma's face. "You don't usually-"

He cuts himself off, groaning and burying his face in Nagisa's shoulder. His hot, almost wet breath somehow feels amazing on his shoulder, and Nagisa finds himself sighing his name again. As if that's some kind of motivation, he starts pounding him even deeper, and those sighs turn into definite moans. Karma's name, though, is kind of an inconvenient amount of syllables, so it turns more into just the 'ah' sound eventually.

Without much warning, Nagisa suddenly finds that the wall is no longer supporting his back, and before he can even really complain about Karma pulling out of him, he finds himself flung flat on the bed. It takes him a few moments to process, blinking out his confusion as Karma's suddenly standing over him, simply staring as though he's planning his next move.

"Nagisa," Karma's throat sounds dry, almost like he's in pain. "Can I…" he shakes his head, like he's trying to convince himself out of something.

Nagisa surprises even himself, when he leans up on his elbows. "Whatever you want."

There's a moment of dumb shock on Karma's face, before he pounces. Somehow, Nagisa ends up with one of his arms pinned above his head, though Karma doesn't seem bothered about maintaining it. Nagisa keeps it there anyway, though, as his hands are used to caress the length of his body, before stopping at the hem of his underwear.

Karma swallows, visibly, before yanking the condom off. That does actually raise Nagisa's nerves a little, but then Karma kneels between his automatically open legs, peels the underwear up just a little, and lines their lengths up together under the fabric. The heat of him, combined with the sensation of soft material, makes Nagisa's head spin.

What's more, like this, he can feel just how much Karma's throbbing. Even though Nagisa's aware of how empty he now feels, he can't be mad about it when this feels so good, especially when Karma actually moves. He finds his back arching up almost instantly, dizzy from how close to the edge he really is.

Karma stays on his knees, rather than leaning over him. Nagisa doesn't have the capacity to look at him too much, but he's definitely concentrating mostly on their lined up crotches. With the way his mouth is parted, eyes heavy lidded, and the parts of chest that's uncovered beaming red… this might be the most purely turned on Nagisa's actually seen him.

Safe to say, neither of them last much longer. Karma gets off first, practically whining as his thrusts pick up, and Nagisa's close enough already to follow. There's the slight hint of a kind of gross sensation amongst the underwear, both their releases mixed up there, but the thing about the afterglow is how easy it actually is to forget about that kind of thing.

Karma practically collapses on top of him, just about having the courtesy to try and shift in a way that's not preventing Nagisa's lungs from functioning. Nagisa doesn't really mind, though, content to leave his legs kind of coiled around him. It's actually a pretty nice sensation, in a way that's not even entirely sexual. Karma's chest pounding against his… maybe it's even comforting in a way. Though, it's about then that he properly notices Karma barely even got undressed. His trousers must have slipped off properly when they were against the wall, but he never took off the shirt. It's a weird sensation against his skin, especially when he's hyper sensitive like this.

"'m sorry," he gets out eventually, "but seeing you in those… You'll wear them again, right?"

Nagisa turns his head to the side, feeling himself go red. "I-I think you ruined them, though."

Karma rolls off him just enough to inspect the damage, which Nagisa is a little frightened to look at. He doesn't actually say anything else, simply rolling onto his feet and looking at him again, long and hard, before he reaches out and finally takes the underwear off, leaving Nagisa completely naked for the first time.

He has no idea what Karma actually does with it, and maybe that's for the best, but he can only watch, bleary, as he steps out of the room. The next thing he hears is the spray of the shower, and Nagisa lets go of his weight, just staring up at the shoulder. It's not like he needs Karma to babysit him or anything.

But then, he realises, the buzz hasn't truly left him, and he feels kind of uncomfortable. Having been stretched so thoroughly all day… he still feels empty, not entirely satisfied. The more the thought strikes him, the more he thinks about how good it felt to be pounded against the wall. Just like that, to his confusion, he stirs to life and is somehow sporting a semi.

As if twice in one day isn't already more than enough?

Nagisa thinks about it for a moment, and there's clearly something possessing him or something because he finds himself shakily getting to his feet, and crossing over to the bathroom. He's especially surprised that he doesn't hesitate about opening the door, closing it gently behind him and he approaches the spray himself.

He reaches out, taking Karma's wrist in his hand, and directing it behind himself. "I want this," he says.

For a moment, Karma just gapes at him, before his eyes narrow. Maybe Nagisa can beat him in a proper fight under some cases, but at times like this he'll always be outmanoeuvred. In one easy move, Karma manages to reverse his hold, so now Nagisa's the one being pinned by the wrist. He doesn't mind, though, as Karma's lips crash down onto his.

He's oddly efficient about the whole thing, as though he's reading Nagisa's mind. His fingers slip in with no resistance, moving with skilled purpose. Nagisa instantly moans into his mouth when he strikes his prostate in barely any time at all. Karma's other hand grasps at his fully revived erection, in perfect tandem both inside and out.

Perhaps he should be kind of scared, at just how easily Karma knows how to drive him to pleasure. It's like he knows him entirely, exactly which buttons to press and when. Then again, Karma's always been an insanely fast learner, and Nagisa supposes they literally went through this, right when their thing started. Still, it makes him think Karma must have been holding back all of those times.

Nagisa really cries out, when Karma strikes savagely against his prostate. All the while, keeping him engaged in their kiss. Nagisa's surprised he's even upright at this point, since he's forced on his tiptoes to help close the distance. But he knows it won't last much longer. That's clearly not what's trying to be achieved here.

He can't even really give any warning, when his second orgasm explodes over the edge, and the next thing he knows, he's on the floor panting. Somehow, it's even more intense than the first, and the water raining down on him feels like its own kind of torture. What got into him just then? Though, Nagisa can't practically say he minds, the true satisfaction finally washes over him.

Karma holds out a hand, and he ends up taking it, being pulled back up to his feet.

The rest of the washing process is mostly silent, with Nagisa not contributing much. He hisses, though, when Karma's hands brush against his stomach to rid him of the evidence of their releases. Finally, too, his ass has definitely had enough. Rather than the empty feeling, he's just starting to ache. And then Karma turns the spray off.

"That was fast," he says, blocking any chance to exit.

Nagisa almost ducks his head. "I don't know…"

He tilts his head. "I almost want to see if you can get it up again." He chuckles at the horrified look on Nagisa's face, though. "Hm? Maybe next time."

"Next time…" Nagisa tries to process what exactly that'll mean for him.

Karma just stares him up and down, though, before backing him back up against the shower wall and kissing him again. Nagisa lets his eyes slide shut, keening into it. He almost feels, just for a moment, that he doesn't even want to wait until 'next time'.