Nagisa can't help but feel like curling up into himself slightly. He's not fully sure why, other than some basic nerves, but he keeps shifting around in his seat. Beside him, Karma's looking at something or other on his phone. Nagisa's almost curious to ask him if it's interesting, but he decides not to.

He honestly hadn't expected this trip thing to even happen.

Karma had recovered, of course, and it really was looking like some sort of stress thing. He'd thanked Nagisa for the soup, but nothing else in particular. Not that Nagisa needs any grand gesture! Perhaps he was a little embarrassed about the whole situation… Karma had, though, taken his agreement to this whole heartedly, and it would have been the worst if he backed out. Plus… it could possible help with the stress…

So that's how Nagisa ended up on a train to some romantic getaway thing the day before Valentines Day. It's just situational though… he knows that. The entire reason this trip existed was to take advantage of day, it just happened to get interrupted by adulteries and babies. And why wouldn't Karma snap up the free fancy trip offer anyway? It's not like any of this was ever planned… but still.

Weirdly enough, Nagisa's horniness is getting him through this. Since the sickness incident, they haven't had sex for two weeks. Nagisa managed to go 24 years without caring about sex, but now he can't handle even a week without it apparently? It was bad enough that he… semi initiated a barrage of incredibly inappropriate messages mid-week, the log of which he'd had to delete the instant it was over for his own sanity. Unfortunately, it had only been a temporary fix.

Is there something appealing about getting the whole weekend to make up for lost time? Absolutely. It's appealing another to almost entirely drown out the other thoughts he has, anyway. When did he become the kind of guy to think entirely with his dick? Nagisa has no clue. It's like he skipped over a whole part of puberty and now it's sneak attacking him twice as hard.

Karma's leg presses against his for a moment and Nagisa's breath hitches. He forcefully shakes his head after that, trying to think of anything else. A train is not the place to be getting turned on, especially with Karma. Karma might legitimately try and drag him to the bathroom or something and Nagisa would probably end up just letting him and… nope. That train of thought isn't helping the situation.

"Chocolate?"

Nagisa jumps, his face burning up. Way to make things even worse?! But then he sees that Karma is merely eating from a packet of M&Ms, he's not talking about Valentines chocolate. "Thanks."

He doesn't know why he's being like this. Even though it's embarrassing to admit… he was kind of excited for Christmas Eve. That's just as romantic as Valentines Day. And that time he'd specifically arranged something with Karma, unlike now, where events just happened to fall into place like this. So what's the big deal here?

He wasn't fully aware of the way he felt back then, he supposes. There's always hindsight, but he knows he hadn't processed those… feelings yet. At least not fully. Now it's like he has to question everything. It also feels like he's somehow taking advantage of a situation. He's playing into some kind of fantasy that plainly doesn't exist.

Nagisa's stupid, idiotic feelings… they'd probably get a whole kick out of this thing happening on purpose. As if Karma would actually, legitimately take him to some fancy hotel for Valentines Day. They'd probably love it. But no matter how much Nagisa tries to shove all of that down, it keeps springing back up again. So it's a bad idea to just let it happen.

But, again, horniness has replaced his logical reasoning nowadays.

It's not entirely his fault, right? It's Karma who keeps putting them in these situations. He's the one who had to be all 'not into relationships', even though Nagisa's pretty sure whatever they are isn't really just a hook up thing. Talk about mixed messages! Though, Nagisa still doesn't know how any of this works. The 'signs' to tell if someone likes him…

Eventually, the train rolls into the station, and from there it's only a quick transfer before they're finally there. The onsen district of Hakone. At least Karma seems to know where he's going? It's not like they're super late or anything, but it's definitely the evening at this point, so it's pretty dark out. Nagisa can still see the traditional style inns lining the street, though. Even when they eventually come to a stop, it's outside a similar style inn. Though, Nagisa can tell it's definitely not as old as the rest.

This looks… slightly different.

"I think this is the one," Karma seems to say, mostly to himself.

It turns out it is, and it looks entirely different on the inside. Although it's clearly been made to blend into its surroundings, the inside is far closer to a five star hotel… not that Nagisa has been to any of those. The environment honestly makes him feel nervous, his sense of belonging even further diminished.

He ends up shuffling behind Karma awkwardly. It kind of looks like Karma's committing some sort of illicit affair like this, but Nagisa can't feign confidence at a time like this. The actual check in appears to go smoothly though, even though the receptionist does shoot him just the hint of a weird look, smile tight on her face.

Despite the external appearance of the place, the room is much like the main foyer they'd just stepped into. Though, there seems to be some kind of traditional element kept in, like a modern take. There's an actual bed, as opposed to futons, but it's very low and sleek. Needless to say, this differs from basically anywhere else Nagisa's ever been.

The most impressive feature, by a long way, is the onsen itself. It's almost framed from the entrance of the room, accessible outside through large glass doors. It's not a natural pool by any means, but it looks like it could be, and it's pretty large for something meant for two people. Considering the winter month, the steam coming from it is super visible. Although it's definitely private, the entire outside area almost backs out onto an actual forest.

It all feels like too much. Nagisa's not sure how to approach this situation at all. Do they just have sex now? That'll be distracting.

It seems like Karma has the same idea, because he's kissing him once the door is locked. Nagisa drops his bag in immediate submission, melting into it. He ends up following eagerly, as Karma walks him backwards, until they topple down onto the bed. Naturally, the mattress is perfectly soft, enough so that they bounce a little.

Making out is always a good option. He forgets how good it is sometimes, Karma on top of him, his lips on his. He makes room for him automatically, wrapping his legs around Karma's hips. There doesn't need to be much pretence here. He can't hold back his groan with their slight grind against each other, and he can already feel himself swelling.

As much as his desire for everything else is ignited, Nagisa feels like he could kiss Karma forever.

Karma reaches down between them, dragging his hand over the fly of Nagisa's trousers. His hips arch up immediately, definitely ready for more than just a tease. He wants them off, for Karma to stroke him properly. It doesn't look like he's going to get that, though, with the way Karma's hand journeys straight back up again. It's barely begun but it's already maddening.

He breaks the kiss, fingers playing with Nagisa's shirt collar, close enough to his neck to make him shudder. "Seems dumb to ignore the fancy onsen."

Stunned, Nagisa attempts to nod. "Okay."

He assumes he means together. Nagisa's frustrated at the way Karma simply climbs off him, but he can't exactly be too disappointed about the prospect of full nudity. It's kind of crazy, since he's been to an onsen with Karma before. He definitely didn't care back then, even though he would have been in the height of puberty at the time.

But here he is, now, mouth practically watering as Karma strips off his shirt. Of course he's possessed to follow. The actual onsen is set outside in some kind of patio area, but before that is a small washing area. Right. Shower. He can do that. They've done that before, even. Granted, those times were when he was already tired. Right now, however…he's more than hot and bothered.

Has Karma's ass always looked this… good?

Nagisa finds himself cocking his head to the side, just staring. He supposes he doesn't really look at it much, surprisingly. Logically he's not fully sure how an ass can look good, but Karma's definitely does. It's annoying. It also kicks his brain into gear that he's fully removed his clothes. Nagisa practically scrambles to catch up at the realisation, almost tripping over his own trousers.

By that point, Karma's already started to the process of washing. Even in the midst of this modernity, the main set up is still the same. Nagisa's about to do the same, but something in him pauses. Karma's right there, after all… He swallows, feet moving on autopilot as he ends up behind him, hands coming down on his shoulders.

Of course, Karma's head whips around.

"I… uhm…" Nagisa turns his head away. "Helping?"

Karma just sighs, shoulders relaxing. "I didn't say stop."

He bites his lip though. Now he's actually reached this point… washing his back isn't so odd. He watches in fascination for a moment, at the way water rolls down Karma's skin. Nagisa traces after it with his fingers, which maybe has some sort of resemblance to actually washing. He does it properly eventually, though, introducing proper pressure to his touch.

Karma doesn't quite moan, but he does let out a slight hum, so Nagisa hopes it feels good. There's only a certain amount of clean a back can get, honestly, but he finds he's in no hurry to stop. There's something quite calming in it. Karma, though, eventually decides to turn his head around, somehow managing to capture Nagisa's lips in the process.

More than anything, it just feels nice. Kissing Karma always does, but there's weirdly no rush in this. Just the smooth, almost intoxicating feel of his lips against his. Of course, Nagisa ends up shifting his body around a little, making the angle just a little bit more comfortable. He barely notices at first, but it ends with him almost falling into his lap.

Karma breaks the kiss and clears his throat. "Your turn."

Just like that, they switch positions. Nagisa tries his absolute best to focus on the real task at hand. It's a little hard to care much about cleanliness, though, with Karma's hands on his back. To his credit, he does seem to be putting more effort into the actual cleaning part than he did, rather than just touching, but maybe that's just the hint of impatience.

"C'mon," Karma says, "it'll get cold."

A part of Nagisa wants to protest that's not how hot springs work, but he's aware that Karma definitely knows that, and he doesn't really want to argue with him anyway. The actual cold February air does hit him like needles, though, making the visually steaming water look all the more inviting. There's not much room for hesitation.

The water itself is pretty clear, but the steam is obscuring a lot as they climb in. Nagisa can't hold back his loud sigh as it hits his skin. Honestly, it's been a while since he's done anything like this. Of course, those times he was surrounded by a lot of people, not just Karma. That's a whole kind of different heat, though, flowing below the surface of his skin.

Karma makes no attempt to touch him, though. There's also a little bit of distance between. Not much – it's a small pool and they're not opposite or anything – but he's hardly rubbing shoulders with him either. It's not too dissimilar to any other time they've been to an onsen. Once again, though, Nagisa knows he's staring. He can't help it, with the way Karma's hair clings to his forehead, and the clearly pleased expression on his face. The fact that he's tall enough the water doesn't cover his chest, where it's up to Nagisa's neck. The pink tint to his expression…

"Nagisa," Karma says slowly, his eyes closed but still with a half smirk on his face, "I hope you don't stare at everyone in the bath like this."

Nagisa blinks himself out of his daze. Karma's senses are sharp, he should have remembered that. "N-no."

He peels an eye open. "How am I supposed to relax like this?"

"Don't pretend you don't like it."

Karma laughs, looking a little surprised. "Touché." He reaches out, grabbing Nagisa by the arm to pull him closer. "It's still one of those crimes against onsens."

"And manhandling isn't?"

A glint appears in Karma's eyes, and he yanks him even closer, so his lips are pressed to Nagisa's ear and he's practically in his lap. "If you want manhandling I'll show you manhandling."

Nagisa wishes he could return with a remark of his own, but in reality he just shudders, and with all the steam going to his head, he actually does end up collapsing into Karma's lap. At least like this, more of his body is out of the water too, now he's kneeling. He's unsure why he feels so competitive, but it's annoying that Karma's clearly winning whatever the case.

He knows him well enough to know he can't keep his cool forever though.

This is something Nagisa's come to understand recently. Karma's only like that if Nagisa lets him. But when Nagisa takes some initiative, when he doesn't just go with the flow? It's perfectly easy to fluster him. Maybe it's something he knew under the surface all along, and he's just becoming conscious of now, but it's nice to know the amount of control he really has.

It's something that should leave him embarrassed, red in the face, and hiding under his bed for weeks… but the shame just doesn't materialise. He likes this, he likes Karma, this is fun for him. Not just the sex part, he's figured that out already, but this. He still can't quite call it seduction exactly, but… he likes making Karma want him. It stirs something in him.

Like now, where he's ended up in his lap. Even though a quarter of his body is exposed to the cold, all he feels is hot. He's practically pressed against Karma chest to chest like this, arms draped over his shoulders like an unintentional hug. And their breathing, both of them, there's labour to it… The literal heat is making him dizzy.

Nagisa plants his hands more firmly on Karma's shoulders, though, giving himself leverage to hold up his own torso weight. From this angle he's still sat on his lap, but even though they're naked that's neither here nor there right now. And there he is, staring at him again. There's something defiant in it, but like he'd said, Karma can't pretend he doesn't like it.

A part of him wants to just kiss him already, but he likes this just as much. If kissing will open the floodgates, then this is the tension. Maybe it's a little bit weird, to not being saying anything, but that's what makes this feel so heavy. There's no knowing who's finally going to cave. It's like they're looking at each other, and they just know. They know exactly what's about to happen the second one of them does crack and here they are, confirming it with just this gaze.

Eyefucking, perhaps.

Karma's hands grip at his waist, then, and Nagisa hisses. That pressure… it's been too long. Karma's eyes are half lidded at this point, but he can still sense the rapid calculation going on in there. Nagisa's only response his squeezing his legs ever so slightly against the side of Karma's thighs, because it's very much still his move.

Rather than a rapid move, Karma's actually pretty relaxed as he twists them, though the way the water makes him float probably helps with that. Nagisa finds himself only a little in the water, though, his legs just dangling as he's basically sat on he edge. He's actually looking down at Karma like this… which is still a somewhat rare opportunity.

Karma pushes his hair back from his forehead, which is easy enough since it's wet, and presses down on Nagisa's thighs before he leans straight down to Nagisa's crotch. Of course he's almost fully hard already at this point, though he hadn't been consciously thinking about it. The air is so cold, but Karma's tongue is so warm as he licks his length, before finally taking it into his mouth.

Nagisa moans loudly at the sensation, one hand gripping the side of the pool, and the other working its way to Karma's hair. It feels like a while since he got to feel this too. Karma's being lazy about it, but that's definitely intentional. Rather than the sudden explosive feelings, it's more like the tide slowly rolling itself in.

Most of the time, Karma usually insists he watch his every move, but he doesn't raise any complaints about Nagisa letting his eyes fall closed. Based on their surroundings, it's even more relaxing this way. Even when Karma takes charge to spread his legs further open and drape them over his shoulders, or when he reaches to press on his chest, forcing Nagisa to lie back against the stone. Rather than the near painful edge of too much… this is about perfect.

He does stop sucking him eventually though, momentarily replacing his mouth with his hand. Nagisa can't be too upset about that, he knows how tired the jaw can get. But rather than returning after his short break, Karma lets him go, hands moving instead to his ass. Nagisa ends up pushing with his elbows, so he can actually see what's going on, but he almost falls straight back down again when Karma's tongue presses against his entrance.

It's not the first time this has happened. But, Nagisa had been kind of out of it before. Not only had he been still in recovery mode from some pretty rough sex, but he was also having an emotional crisis. Right now he's a completely different kind of sensitive and he has no idea how to actually react.

From their positioning, Nagisa's still semi in the water, though Karma's basically holding him above it. He can't really see much, though, mostly just the top of Karma's head. When Karma drags his tongue over him, though, Nagisa's tentative posture collapses and he practically slams back down, eyes rolling up.

All of the tension, plus how long it's been since Karma's touched him… he's basically hypersensitive. On absolute autopilot, his hips grind right into it, and Karma only responds. He doesn't remember it feeling quite this good. When Karma pushes in properly, though, he practically shrieks, feeling around desperately for something to grab onto.

It feels like his whole body is vibrating, and he whines pathetically with every sucking motion. Maybe he could even cry. A part of him wants to yell that it's too much, but it isn't in reality. At least, not yet. He can't handle it, but he also wants deeper. He wants the satisfaction of being pounded until he chokes on his own breath. He wants him.

"I'm right here," Karma pulls back for a moment to say.

Nagisa's not sure how much he must have said out loud, but he doesn't care, only responding with noise.

Rather than returning with his mouth, though, Karma instead traces him with his index finger, dipping in slightly. Not that water is a good lube replacement, but it doesn't hurt given how relaxed he feels. Even in this state, Nagisa's aware that they're going to need it to be a smoother glide than this, but it's just enough to scratch the itch.

Just like that, his erection twitches, and Karma clearly sees it too. "Not yet."

Nagisa whines again, because that's not fair. He's so close.

Karma backs away a little, though, catching his breath. "Let's go get some towels."

Of course he wants to complain. How does Karma think he can possibly walk like this? Is he really going to torture him again? What's with all this stopping and starting? But maybe by sheer will power alone, he manages to get up. Walking around as hard as he is isn't exactly fun at least, and it takes him away from the edge. Just a little. At least this definitely means sex.

Nagisa's vision feels all blurry, but he's faintly aware that Karma's just as hard as him. That's satisfying at least, since as far as he knows he hasn't even been touched yet. Nagisa could fix that… Not that he gets the chance, though, because Karma wraps a towel around him the instant they're inside. This is far less calculated, though, and it's clear that he's rushing to just get them both dry.

"Karma," he says eventually, when it feels like his skin has been rubbed raw.

"Hm?" Karma lets out, though even from that Nagisa can sense the voice strain.

He looks at him properly in the eye. "Hasn't it been long enough?"

Karma's lips part. "Go sit on the bed."

Nagisa has no reason to argue. His legs shake as they take him there, but there's not much he can do to stop that. At least the bed feels nice. He wishes he wasn't alone on it. Though, from the way Karma's bent over his bag… Nagisa finds himself relaxing even further when he sees the condoms and lube in his hand, like some kind of trophy.

He doesn't waste any more time after that. Nagisa fit around him automatically as he climbs on top of him, a new kiss between them becoming almost frantic. It feels almost too good, though. Finally, with Karma's weight on top of him like this… Nagisa's already losing touch on everything. He can't go this long without it again…

"You might regret this," Karma says. "If you want it this badly, then I won't stop."

Nagisa's not paying too much attention to the meaning of his words.

Karma twists his head, making him look at him properly. "Even when you come, I won't stop until I want to. Even if you beg me to." He pauses, pulling his weight off just a little. "Remember your word?"

It only takes Nagisa a moment or two to search his brain for the right answer. "Fish?"

Karma nods. "You got all of that?"

He can't stop his back from arching. "Yes."

He slams into him.

Nagisa's not fully sure what happens after that. Only that, whilst definitely not an orgasm, he definitely crossed some kind of satisfaction threshold. Maybe it helps that he's already pretty close to the edge, and Karma doesn't seem particularly interested in keeping him there. His movements are hard and piercing, angled so perfectly right at his prostate, and it's only a matter of time.

To be fair to himself, at least, there's been a lot of foreplay. Nagisa still tries his absolute best to hold it back when he realises, though. He doesn't want this to end so soon. Not after all this time… Unfortunately, there's still a significant difference in skill between the two of them. Karma just has to shift his hips in one specific way, and then there's nothing Nagisa can do.

Karma keeps going through it, which seems to make it last forever. It's like light flashing over his eyes, and he finally completely lets himself go with a high groan. Karma doesn't pull out of him, though, and whilst Nagisa's semi-used to him getting his own even after Nagisa's already come, he doesn't seem that close at all, and it's starting to hurt… in the too good its painful region.

But Karma just speeds up.

It's about then that Nagisa realises exactly what he meant with his warning. He's not going to stop. But this is already far too much, isn't it? Nagisa can't actually keep going like this. The more he moves, the more painful it gets, and he's sure Karma's not mistaking his whimpers for something good. It's like sandpaper. At least there was also pleasure, there last times Nagisa's felt pain…

But… faintly, he's still rocking his hips into it. He has no idea how, he's just… doing it. He's definitely not hard anymore, either, but like he's trying to make some kind of point, he grinds his hand down onto him. Nagisa feels like he could cry, honestly. It hurts. But… even though he knows he could get out of this, the word to make it all stop, he can't bring himself to say it.

It's like Karma's carving him apart, honestly. And that alone… The more he tries to focus on that directly, the more it becomes bearable. He's vaguely aware that he's digging his nails into Karma's back pretty hard, but somehow that's helping. The more he concentrates on the good parts… Nagisa tries to focus in on his breathing.

Weirdly enough, he starts to feel that familiar sensation again, even though it's not really centred where it usually is. For one, he's definitely still soft and can't see that changing any time soon really. But still… there's something building. And now it's definitely not feeling so bad anymore… He finds himself giving into it.

Karma's movements become a little less calculated, but at that point Nagisa just wants more. He finds himself moaning again, tightening his grip everywhere. He can't handle opening his eyes to look at the situation, but he thinks maybe Karma's surprised at that. Before he can do anything about it, though, something in him just snaps, though it feels somewhat forced out of him.

It feels different to a normal orgasm, because there's none of that centralised heat, but it appears to roll through him like thunder. He writhes through it, as it seems to go on for far too long, before he settles into what he can only think of as a kind of daze. Karma, too, is hovering over him, still finally and trying to catch his breath.

Even his lips hurt when Karma pecks them briefly, and he almost screams at the sensation of him pulling out. Now it's unbearable. Even the feeling of the sheets against his skin is far too much. It's not helped by the shakes that are going through him, which he's slightly concerned to discover he really doesn't have much control over.

"Shh," Karma hushes, pulling his fringe back out of his eyes.

Nagisa wants to tell him that even his forehead is too sensitive for this, but he stops himself. Karma's heat feels nice. Very carefully, he finds himself rolling over, and thankfully Karma gets it. He lines up snug against his back, draping his arms over his body. It's still near painful, but the warmth is far better than the cold of the rest of the room. Karma's also saying something to him, not that he can hear with his ears ringing like this, but it's nice and grounding.

He's truly not sure how long he's in that state for. Almost… he's convinced they could have fallen asleep. He knows that didn't happen, though. Regardless, it's much like exiting a dream, if only more gradual. Perhaps with the way Karma's heart beats against his back, he's calmed himself into a nice rhythm. The sensitivity fades too, just a little, allowing him to be far more aware of the world around him.

He ends up shifting, switching directly so they're facing each other. "Hi," he gets out.

Karma looks back at him. "Hi."

Nagisa swallows. What now? It's not like he can get up and prepare to leave. Do they just keep lying here like this? He's not fully sure on this part of the procedure, even now. Is Karma tired? He doesn't necessarily look like it… more relaxed than anything.

He settles for just kissing him, which Karma appears to eagerly accept. It's a little more than nice, actually. Nagisa can hardly imagine feeling more at peace than this. Though, it's pretty doomed. Once they start, it's very hard to stop. It's ridiculous, considering all that literally just happened. But here Nagisa is, swelling pressure in his groin.

Even Karma looks a little confused, because he can obviously feel it. Well, it really had been a while? He's pent up, maybe. Surprisingly, Nagisa doesn't care to feel embarrassed about it or anything. In fact, he finds himself reaching down between them, and wrapping his hand around Karma. He needs him to be hard for this too.

Karma doesn't appear to argue with that.

Before long, he finds them rolled over, Karma on his back this time. That's okay with him at this point. His head falls back when he sinks down on him, and he lets out a sigh of relief. Yes. He's faintly aware that he's a mixture of sensitive and sore already, but that only makes it feel better. Just like Karma's fierce grip on his hips. It almost makes him feel owned.

Somehow, they manage to go on like that. A round of sex, a break, sex again… Now that the idea of going anywhere is removed from Nagisa's mind, there's nothing stopping them. Well, aside from the limits of their own bodies really. But this feeling is just too addictive. Knowing he can just have Karma, as much as he wants, however many times… He'll never be able to return to the real world after this.

His fingers swirl their own pattern on Karma's chest, during yet another necessary break. Is he satisfied yet? Outside, the sun is just about starting to rise. He's so tired, but yet… He ends up pressing himself tight against Karma's side. He's not so sure about his capacity to move much more at this point.

"I don't know if I can," Karma says, voice strained.

Nagisa's lips brush against his cheek, and then down the side of his jaw.

"Nagisa."

"Karma."

He looks at him seriously. "Only one more."

Nagisa finds himself grinning, rolling over to his back. Before doing anything, though, Karma kisses him deeply. Even Nagisa's lips hurt at this point. Every part of it's worth it. Though, he can sense Karma really is tired himself. Just one more… He tries to remind himself of that, anyway, when he pulls off him a moment to reach for the bedside table.

"Oh," Karma says.

Nagisa gains the energy to lean his head up. "What do you mean, 'oh'?"

Karma hesitates for a moment. "We ran out of condoms."

That's not good news. It's ridiculous, because in order to do that, it's proof that they've already had more than enough sex at this point. But Nagisa's all worked up again already… He doesn't want this to just end quite yet. But what exactly can he do? He's pretty sure he's not walking any kind of substantial distance, and there's no way he's going to convince Karma to go looking for a store either.

Nagisa swallows. "It's not like we have to worry about pregnancy."

There's something dangerous in Karma's eyes. "Nagisa."

Apparently he really is that horny. He leans up on his knees. "R-right?"

Karma looks baffled, though his jaw is clenched. "You don't really mean that."

"Why not?"

His mouth hangs open a little like that, almost as if he's trying to think of a reason. "You shouldn't just-"

Of course, Nagisa does know that there are more reasons for protection than just pregnancy. He's not an idiot, he knows STDs exist. But… he supposes he hasn't thought about it before. Considering he's only ever slept with Karma, and he assumes he'd know about it if Karma had some kind of disease. Though… they're not always visible, right? And maybe… maybe there's no reason to assume that he hasn't slept with other people since this whole thing started.

"It isn't safe?"

"No," Karma affirms, "it definitely is. I haven't- nobody else…" he starts muttering something, which is odd for Karma. "It'll be messy."

"I don't mind," Nagisa says, not really thinking about the logistics of where the mess is going to be at this point.

Karma practically pounces over him. "Are you sure?"

Is he? "I-it's okay," he says, lying back. "Karma…"

He still looks like he's having some sort of internal conflict, but he nods, and then he's lining himself up again. It's exactly what Nagisa needs, satisfaction traversing him in waves as he pushes in. Nagisa finds himself gripping him tight, surprised that Karma's going slow enough to give him the opportunity, but by no means disappointed.

Karma doesn't move, though, when his hips are flush to his. It's not like Nagisa really needs much adjusting time at this point… But Karma's panting hard above him, and when he looks, his eyes are squeezed tight shut. Actually, if Nagisa concentrates, it does feel quite different. It still feels like how sex between them always does… just slightly more high definition if anything. Though, he can definitely feel the way Karma's practically throbbing.

Has he never done it like this before?

It certainly looks like he's trying particularly hard to hold himself back. Strangely enough with the way this all started, Nagisa doesn't actually know what condoms feel like. Maybe it really does dull the sensations quite a lot? Or maybe Karma's just being dramatic… it's not unheard of for him. Nagisa decides he kind of likes it, though. Especially the idea of being Karma's first something.

When he finally decides to move, as much as Nagisa can feel the amount of tension, it still feels like exactly what he needs. He cants himself back into it eagerly, not bothering with any kind of pretence. This is worth everything. And strangely enough… it makes him feel just that tiny bit closer to him.

This is a lot slower than usual, honestly. Is it because Karma's trying to hold himself back? Nagisa likes it, but… it's edging on too much, just like everything else. Like this he has too much time to think. Though, all he can think about is Karma. As if to make matters worse, he shifts the way he's bracing himself, and Karma's hand catches his.

It's probably not intentional. But all the same, he doesn't let go. It feels… nice. Maybe too nice. Nagisa clutches him right back, in the end, though he twists his head for a moment. The way Karma's looking at him is far too heavy. That doesn't last long, though. He can't keep his eyes open through everything.

As the pace picks up, there's the definite sense of desperation. He can even feel the way Karma shakes, between his legs. Is he okay? That question ends up answered for him instantly. Karma kisses him wetly, losing the way he was bracing himself above him. Nagisa doesn't mind that either, happily drowning in it.

There's literally nothing between them now. Only the cap Nagisa put on his own heart, and even that… he can feel loosening. He moans against Karma's lips, free hand digging into his back again. There's a part of him that doesn't want this to end. It's good like this, here in this room, with the dawn light radiating in on them. If only this could be forever…

"C'mon," Nagisa gets out, softer than he intended. "It's okay."

Karma groans into the pillow beside his head.

Nagisa can feel how close he is though. So he tightens his body around him as much as he can. "I want it. Karma-"

With a low moan, he finally lets go, and it catches Nagisa off guard. Even when his hips lose any semblance of rhythm, and he's in some kind of frenzy, he squeezes tight against that hand. It's all warm inside him – literally. Physically he's not sure if it feels good or not, but right there he doesn't mind either way.

He even ends up coming too, somehow.

That is, when the cloud of heat surrounding them dissipates a little, it's just the sound of them breathing. Karma doesn't rush to pull out of him, and Nagisa doesn't want him to, just kissing him instead. It's slow, though, almost innocent feeling. He's not sure how long they stay like that, but it's long enough to present Nagisa with a dilemma. He could happily spend an eternity just like this too.

He does need to pull out of him eventually, though. Nagisa winces at the feeling like always, especially as this time it's accompanied by a sickly trickle sensation he definitely doesn't like. Weirdly, though, he's far too exhausted to care much about it. It's like everything hits him at once. Karma too, it seems is just as worn out. He doesn't go far, though, rolling off Nagisa so he can breathe, but still holding him tight in his arms.

And everything goes black after that.

When Nagisa wakes up again, it's already dark outside, and the first thing he registers is intense pain. It radiates everywhere, deep inside, rather than something like a simple bruise. Almost like he spent hours getting his guts rearranged. It's about then that he notices the breathing noises, and the fact that his pillow is moving.

"You drool in your sleep," Karma says.

His voice sounds rough. It also makes Nagisa lurch up – causing even more pain – as he remembers exactly where he is. "I-I-"

Karma just laughs. "At least you don't snore."

It's not like they've never slept in the same room before. Though, Nagisa really takes the context of… this into account, and his face turns red. They fell asleep cuddling. They're still kind of doing it. Apparently Nagisa drooled on him?! Before he can go too far down that rabbit hole, though, the pain returns. On top of that, the unpleasant sensation radiating around his… ass…

Nagisa attempts to get himself out of bed, but immediately the pain shoots through his legs, and he almost doubles over. They definitely overdid it. Karma lurches out to grab him, just about making it in time, though he winces too. To make matters worse, this angle makes the sensation of Karma's release sliding out of him even more obvious. At least he knows now why condoms are still a good idea.

"I don't think you're running away any time soon," Karma comments.

He's right, he wouldn't get far. "I just want to clean up a bit."

Karma turns his head. "There's a big bath outside."

It's not exactly what Nagisa meant, but it certainly looks appealing. Besides, the more aware he's becoming… the more unpleasant the smell in here is. Still, walking is awkward, even with Karma attempting to hold him up a little. That and he's having to clench very hard to prevent too much slipping out, or so it feels.

It's almost blurry, how he ends up in the onsen, leaning his back against Karma's chest. He can't complain at all, though. This is a different kind of enjoyment to last night, where he'd mostly just been incredibly horny. There's nothing left in him now, so instead he can just appreciate the calm feeling of the hot water, and Karma pressed against him.

Karma kisses his shoulder lightly, and Nagisa lets out a heavy sigh.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

Nagisa nods, turning his head a little. "Are you?"

Karma appears to think about it for a moment. "I don't think I've been this sore before."

He's not too sympathetic to that, since he's definitely in worse shape. "I hope it was worth it."

He kisses his neck, then, and it feels good in a way that might have stirred him under different circumstances. "So worth it."

Nagisa turns his head properly, and just like that they're kissing. He's not sure why. They've pretty much established sex is off the cards. And yet… Karma's hand feels so nice when he cups his cheek with it. It's okay. This has to be okay. And yet, there's a tug in Nagisa's chest that's far more uncomfortable than anything else.

"This might be weird," Karma says, not meeting his eyes, "but please stay away from my dick."

Nagisa grins in amusement. "Ditto."

"Are you hungry?"

Nagisa looks down. "Maybe a little. But… are we really going to get anything like this?"

Thankfully, they're in the kind of place that has free yukatas. Before that, though, Nagisa admires Karma's back as he gets out of the water. It looks like he's been dragged through a rose bush, with the amount of visible scratches. Nagisa feels embarrassed, because he did that, but also oddly pleased. His breath hitches at the way he can still see the hint of red skin, since the yukata doesn't fully cover the nape of his neck.

Next, once they're dressed, they work on changing the bed sheets. Nagisa can't face the idea of anyone having to do that. Anyone seeing this. He's thankful the room had some spare ones tucked away, at least, and the dirty sheets can be shoved away out of his sight. At least some movement makes him feel a little better.

Once presentable enough, room service comes, which is admittedly delicious. Even though the dining situation requires sitting on the floor, which means Nagisa's on top of two pillows. This has been fun, but never again. Or… at least where his mind is. Maybe he'll reconsider that conclusion in a year or so.

There's nothing much for them both to do, after that. They're not exactly going anywhere, and Nagisa is already tired again. He's more than happy to fall back into bed, though. Once Karma grips onto him from behind, all of the pain seems to dissipate. This could be his forever.

That entire day passed like a dream. The next morning – and it is actually morning – Nagisa feels thrust back into a strange reality. They're not just having sex here. He's slept in Karma's arms twice now and he doesn't want to sleep any other way again. He likes the firm heat pressing against him, the calming breathing.

This time, Karma's still asleep, and Nagisa's able to wiggle himself out into a better position. This way, he gets to look at him properly. He's even more attractive when he's asleep, with his facial features at peace. The way the light bounces off him, too… it's something ethereal. Nagisa can't help himself, playing with a strand of his crimson hair.

He yawns, a dumb smile on his face as he rejoins the land of the living. "Is your ass still out of commission?"

Nagisa blinks, before squinting in mild annoyance. "You literally just woke up."

Karma maintains his lazy grin. "But I haven't taught you about the joys of morning sex yet."

"Not with your breath like that."

He kisses his neck. "I don't need to kiss you on the mouth."

As if to prove a point, he twists Nagisa around where they are, so he's spooning him. Lined up like this, it's relatively easy to grind his obvious morning wood against his ass.

Nagisa winces, though. "M-maybe not."

Karma hums. "Mind if I take care of it then?"

"Right here?"

"It's your fault," he kisses him again, on the back of his head, which makes him shudder.

He gets his head on straight, though. "There's no more spare sheets, Karma."

He laughs lightly. "Priorities."

"Just go do it in the onsen or something."

Karma laughs properly this time. "You want me to go jerk off in the onsen."

"Yes."

"But," he grabs him tightly by the hips. "Your ass is in here."

"That's not my problem."

"Nagisa."

He flips, then, annoyance catching up to him. He knows this is just what Karma wants, to get on his nerves. But fine, he'll get what he wants. Karma even looks a little scared, when he rips open his yukata, but Nagisa's full on his single minded goals. He's going to regret all of this teasing, someday, Nagisa swears.

Karma lets out a curse when he sucks him into his mouth. He doesn't stop, though. No, Nagisa's going to make sure he gets it. He sets a savage pace, leaning over him, knowing exactly where to put pressure. He likes the way Karma lets his voice ring out, honestly, only making him want to go faster and faster.

Safe to say, Karma really doesn't last very long.

He pants to catch his breath afterwards. "Wow."

Nagisa cringes at the taste on his tongue, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Now you can shut up about my ass."

Karma pulls him down into a hug again. "I'll never shut up about your ass."

They have to get up eventually, though. This place does have a required check out time. It's not just a check out from a physical location, though, it's this. This can only exist in this room, right? It's a heavy weight to swallow. Nagisa can wish all he wants to wake up every morning like this, but that can't happen. This trip is going to end.

He's not sure if Karma feels like that too, but he doesn't say anything about it. And there the bitterness rushes into his heart. They're not a thing. Despite every time they act like a thing being so nice. No matter what, though, they have to leave. A part of him almost suggests, pathetically, looking around the scenery of this place a little. But what's the point? The train station is fine, isn't it?

Is this better than nothing? Nagisa can tell himself that, but… this almost feels like goodbye. Once they get off the train, they'll be back in Tokyo, and go their separate ways. He clenches a fist in his lap. Ignoring things and just going along with it have only stood to make this ache inside him so much worse.

He's going to tell Karma about his feelings, even if it means never seeing him again.