While Haruka had left for a Christmas lunch at a fancy restaurant with Gakusho, Nagisa was stuck with a certain red-head, who was very much preoccupied with Nagisa's bed.
"Karma, do we really have to do this? Can't we do it next year?"
"That's what you said last year, so no, we have to do it this year."
"But Karma, after last night I'm in no condition to be doing it at all today."
The red-head stopped organising the pillows, turned to face Nagisa and smirked mischievously. "Heh."
Nagisa frowned suspiciously. "What do you mean 'heh'?"
"Nothing. Just go get some lubricant, one of the sticks are a bit stiff since you've been so tough on it."
"Fine, but I'll have you know that I was pushing you to your limit. The stiff stick is a product of that." Nagisa huffed rummaging through his drawers for the lubricant. Behind him, he could hear Karma chuckle lowly before leaning back and relaxing against his fluffiest cat pillow. "That's not what I remember. I could have sworn I was beating the crap out of you."
…..
On the opposite side of Nagisa's door stood a wide-eyed Haruka. He had left Gakusho's present on the kitchen table and had wanted to check on the boys, only to overhear a rather interesting (and enlightening) conversation. Discreetly surprised by how quickly his son has grown up, Haruka felt that as his father, he should be the one to ensure his son was properly informed of this section of biology.
The slightly nervous mechanic steeled himself and knocked on the door.
What Haruka found was much more innocent than he thought. After one quick glance around the room, he realised how far he severely misinterpreted their conversation. And so, with a sheepish grin and a mellow goodbye, the boys were left to their own devices.
….
At the end of the day, the same father found his son snuggled against a sleeping Karma's chest surrounded by a sea of pillows and two bruised PS4 controllers held loosely in their hands.
Soz. Heehee.
