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Karma's not inexperienced in sex.

He's actually quite good at it, much like everything he does.

He has that effortless skill that flusters anyone he sleeps with, and a smooth voice that slides its way into the deepest crevices of one's brain and smoothens it out until people are just dumbly following orders. He's not lacking in the looks department either, and people love a pretty face. Lastly, his reputation as the 'bad boy' or whatever gives him an automatic dom vibe; it's an unbelievably strong sub magnet. He's lost count of how many buff jocks have asked him to dominate them behind the bleachers. It's not like any of the people he's fucked had any complaints either.

So by all metrics, Karma's good at sex—no, Karma's stellar at sex.

He knows that.

The people he fucked into incoherence know that.

And the bluenette fidgeting with his own hands and squirming like he doesn't know what to do with himself knows that…

and yet…

Karma's cheeks are turning red as he 'watches' the Titanic just as nervously as Nagisa. Sitting on the edge of his bed, a pillow on his lap, with Nagisa on the floor next to him (Karma told him he could sit on the bed, but Nagisa just grew 2 shades redder than Karma thought possible, sputtered absolute gibberish, and then sank to the floor to hide his face, becoming impossibly redder). He doubts Nagisa could even answer if he asked what part of the movie they were watching, but he couldn't either… He knows they were both more focused on what was surely coming after this.

Karma would have gone with a more… direct approach. He's done this 'watching a movie as foreplay' once before, and once was enough for a lifetime; it always ends up going south and getting unbearably awkward. Overall, it's his least favorite type of foreplay. 2/10 stars. He'd literally rather get freaky while watching paint dry. But he's doing this for Nagisa. He had come to Karma's house so flustered it was actually concerning; you'd have thought they'd never talked to each other, given how Nagisa was acting, but they were literally dating.

In his best attempts to make Nagisa comfortable, he had allowed him to turn on the TV and pick some generic film neither of them cared for.

Karma could understand the nervousness to a certain degree. He and Nagisa had certainly been through some… rough patches. On and off years. Or, more accurately, a situation-ship—an awkward amalgam of not wanting to acknowledge homosexuality so you date your female best friend, and the unfamiliar spite, jealousy, and hurt that drives someone to sleep with half the people in their school.

so…yeah…

rough patches….

But in the end, they had worked it out, even if it took them a year or two to actually get closer, and then more time for them to start fawning for each other…. and then more time for an actual confession…….. and then more time to actually get together— BUT NONE OF THAT MATTERS, because now they're dating and they're about to sleep with each other for the first time. An exhilarating experience and something Karma's been subconsciously hoping for since he first met Nagisa in junior high. The Nagisa who never judged him when he was beating people to a pulp… the same Nagisa smiling awkwardly at the T.V and trying to cast subtle glances at Karma. Karma had noticed him at the first glance. It was actually kinda funny.

This is getting ridiculous.

They're halfway through this long-ass movie, and every move Karma makes, Nagisa reacts like he's been burnt.

Karma lets out a long, slow groan.

"Do… do you not like Titanic?" Nagisa asked, his eyes glued to the screen.

"Does anyone?"

"Well… I think it's quite—"

Nagisa doesn't get to finish his sentence before Karma tilts Nagisa’s head up and claims his lips from overhead. Holding Nagisa's head with gentle hands to keep his face open to Karma's attack. Karma moved his lips with passion, but didn't rush it. His thought process was simple. He always knew Nagisa to be a mouse. If he kissed too hard or took things too fast, the mouse would be scared off, and he wouldn't get to play today.

Karma tilts his head to the side a little for better access.

Nagisa lets him.

Despite the more lax nature of this kiss, Karma was doing pretty well with hits.

30 hits

70 hits

90 hits

105 hits

He's just broken his all-time record. He decides to let Nagisa get a breath in and breaks the kiss.

"Nagi-chan~"

"Karma…"

Karma lays another gentle kiss on Nagisa's lips. It was over before their lips made any real contact.

"Do you know why I invited you over today?" Karma doubts he didn't. He quite literally has condoms on the bed and lube on the bedside stand. They'd also been soft-core sexting up to this moment. It didn't take a genius to figure out what they'd be up to once they were finally alone.

"Ye- yeah…" Nagisa breathed out, “We’re gonna…” his breath catches like he's not allowed to say what he's thinking.

“Then let's stop dancing around it and turn the T.V off, yeah?” Karma purrs out as he starts stroking the bluenette's cheeks with his finger.

“Yeah…” Nagisa scrambled to grab the remote, too taken with the little pecks on the lips Karma offered him every so often to look down. He felt around for the off button on the remote, and they both sat in the sound of silence for a second. Only listening to the sound of each other's breath. Karma breaks the silence with a breathy laugh.

“You don't have to be so jumpy. We’ll take it nice and slow~” Karma punctuates his sentence with a soft kiss. The way his words come out makes Nagisa dizzy; he's half convinced Karma's trying to put a spell on him. Nagisa initiates a small kiss.

"Slow… okay…" Nagisa mumbles as if speaking too loudly will make the redhead retreat.

Karma smiles and places his lips back on Nagisa's. He pulls down his pants (When he got in the shower to get ready for Nagisa, he found it counterproductive to put underwear on since they were supposed to come off in less than an hour) and pulls away from the bluenette, which evokes a low moan from Nagisa as he moves his head slightly to chase the redhead's lips. Karma strokes Nagisa's cheek with one hand before sliding a finger towards his lips, touching them gently, trying to gauge the reaction. He looks up at Karma, innocent blue eyes gazing into sinful golden ones, it was like he hadn't recovered from their chaste kisses. He lets out an exhale as he feels Karma's finger glide across his lower lip, tugging gently to get Nagisa to open his mouth.

Nagisa peeks his tongue out to meet Karma's finger, lapping it ever so carefully, as if eating ice cream but afraid of getting a brain freeze. He looks up to meet Karma's eyes again. The redhead isn't wearing any particular emotion; his eyebrows are set low and drawn together, but aren't extreme or straining, but relaxed, and his smile is nowhere to be seen, though there's not particularly a frown; he just seemed… focused.

Nagisa takes that as permission to go forward. He takes Karma's finger into his mouth, licking along the underside. Karma doesn't react much other than a slight head tilt a cat would give—curiosity, interest. His eyes narrowed and his face softened while a small smile made its way across his face as he slowly withdrew his finger from Nagisa's mouth. Nagisa let out the slightest moan before the finger came out. He admired Karma's eyes as he brought his face closer to Karma's barely hard penis—turns out watching Titanic isn't the best way to get Karma going—and starts trailing kisses up his inner thigh. Karma sighs contentedly as he finds himself entangling his fingers in soft blue hair. He combs his hands through the baby blue locks, softly untangling any knots. Then Karma feels a soft bite between his thigh and pelvis. He lets out a small gasp.

"Look at you~ getting quite bold know aren't we?" Karma laughs under his breath as he tightens his grip on Nagisa's hair—enough to guide him, but not enough to hurt… yet—and puts Nagisa’s lips right near the tip of his half-hard penis. Even being so kind as to take his other hand and grab his dick to keep it nice and steady, ready for Nagisa to take into his mouth, he didn't even plan on throat fucking Nagisa, so he should definitely get points for that. "Open wide, and try not to choke." Karma half-jokes, his fingers curling deeper into Nagisa's hair for a better grip. "I'm kind of scared to even try and fuck you. You're so small, will it even fit?" Karma chuckles at his own comment.

"Okay! You're not that big—" Nagisa retorts. Sadly, his sentence is cut off when Karma decides he's done listening to Nagisa and shoves his dick into the bluenette's mouth. Karma promised himself he wouldn't throat-fuck, so he didn't go too far in, just enough—any further might trigger an inexperienced person's gag reflex.

"mmph—" Nagisa moans around Karma's length, a vibration that makes Karma's erection twitch to life. He bites his lip before giving Nagisa's hair a little tug.

"Whenever you're ready. Or do I have to lead everything? I don't mind if I do, honest!" Karma smiles at him, already drawing Nagisa's head back up slowly. Nagisa shakes his head as much as he can with a penis in his mouth and places his hands on Karma's legs. Not holding them apart, but just to ground himself.

Nagisa's pace starts slowly. Then he gets a bit daring and tries to go further down, but gags and has to come all the way back up for air.

"I said to take it slow, Nagi. It's your first time…" Karma pets Nagisa's hair as he repositions Nagisa's lips to the base of his cock. "Lick up from there, then you can just use your hands for everything your mouth can't reach, 'kay?"

"Yeah, I can do that." Nagisa breathed out with a smile, his eyes apologetic. He starts from the bottom, his tongue placing small wary licks, like he was scared he'd be poisoned. It felt good… not great, just good. Nagisa continued his small licks up and took the tip in his mouth again, he sucked, harsh and an overall unpleasant feeling.

"It's not a straw, dude." Karma pulls Nagisa off his cock. At least the string of spit connecting his tip and Nagisa's lips was semi-sexy. "Sucking isn't gonna make anything come out, you gotta work for that."

"Sorry! I didn't hurt you right…?"

"Jeez, you're crazy bad at this."

"Hey! I've never… y'know…"

"Blown someone?"

Nagisa's cheeks tint at the laconic statement. "Yeah… but, I've um… done the alternative on girls… or really, a girl… singular…"

Karma raises an eyebrow. He's never heard of Nagisa having any type of sexual partner. Sure, he knew Nagisa had dated Kaede for a short amount of time, but still…

“I thought you were a virgin,” Karma responds with a laid-back smirk. In reality, he would be thoroughly pissed off if he didn't have the pleasure of being Nagisa’s first.

“I am! It was only… like… oral…” Nagisa whispers the last part, like someone might catch and punish him for saying something as dirty as the word ‘oral’. Karma wants to roll his eyes as much as he wants to squeeze Nagisa until the little bluenette pops. Cuteness aggression is very real… “I wouldn't consider that taking my virginity…”

“I suppose I wouldn't either.” Karma leans back. He lazily looks down at Nagisa. A sly smirk starts unveiling itself on his face. “Considering how bad you are at this, I doubt she even came, so it's even less of an issue for me.” Karma combed his hand through Nagisa’s hair again and spread his legs a bit more. “As much as I'd love to talk about your sexual experience with other partners, let’s finish this one, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, okay.” Nagisa continues to lap at Karma’s shaft, but instead of continuing up, he goes back to trailing kisses on the parts around Karma’s dick as opposed to his actual dick.

“If you wanna skip the blowjob and get to the main event, just tell me instead of dragging it out.” Karma laughs. As he pulls Nagisa’s head away. The bluenette releases a quiet moan. “Get up on the bed—”

“Wait.” Nagisa interrupts. “I bought up the other experience cause… well…” Nagisa grows redder. He looks up at Karma and flashes a polite, yet mischievous smile. “I thought I'd be a bit better at eating you out than blowing you.”

Karma feels his cheeks get unreasonably hot. After all of Nagisa's tip-toeing over the more sexual wording, for him to say something so bluntly all of a sudden had Karma’s stomach tying itself in a weird knot that he absolutely could do without.

“Sorry, that was definitely out of nowhere! You can just ignore me and pretend I didn't say that.”

The thing was… Karma had been on the fence on whether he wanted to top or bottom. If it were anyone else, he'd have just assumed he'd be the top because—well, that’s what he liked. But the enticing part of bottoming is that…

Well… he's never done that with anyone. If he did it with Nagisa—if he bottomed—he’d share a first time with the older, awkwarder teen.

So Karma had gotten in the shower with the intention to wash himself out and prepare himself…

Karma succeeded in washing himself out… he'd used a bidet many times after all, it wasn't too different. The preparation, on the other hand… Karma didn't even get half of one finger in before he had felt way too full for comfort. He was quick to dry himself off and come to the conclusion that he should never try that again and stick to what he knew. He didn't think Nagisa cared either way…

Now… he's not as sure. Nagisa had offered and then basically snatched the offer off the table so quick Karma had barely processed what he said. Karma should just laugh it off, take Nagisa’s virginity via his ass, and let Nagisa experience having a fantastic first time while being the trusty guide who knows exactly what he's doing. It'd be majorly impractical to try anything new; if he does, he could mess it up and ruin his boyfriend's first time…

But…

Karma leaned back more until his taint was visible. His cheeks flushed, already embarrassed by his next words.

“No matter which one you do, I doubt you’re very good at it. So knock yourself out.” Karma avoided Nagisa’s eyes like he’d be killed if he saw him. His words came out like he was trying to be smug, but the reaction and body language were telling a completely different story.

Karma waited for what felt like an hour—that was truly only a second or three—for Nagisa to make any move. Karma was too prideful to take back any offer he made, yet too much of a coward to actually look Nagisa in the eye or probe the conversation further.

Karma couldn't help the sudden jolt that shot through his spine as Nagisa placed a soft kiss on his taint.

"Y-… you okay, Karma?"

"Of course I am! I just wasn't expecting it." Karma waves the question off, then brushes loose strands of Nagisa's hair out of his face.

"Y'know, the reason I wanted to do this instead of epicly failing at giving you a bj was 'cause this is more similar to kissing, which I'm already half-decent at and—"

"I don't need to know your decision-making process." Karma breathes out with a smirk. His nerves were fading away like dust in the wind. Nagisa can be pretty intimidating at times, but the bedroom is not where Nagisa thrives. In short, there are no—and never were—any reason for nerves… "If embarrassing yourself further will make you feel more comfortable, then go for it." Karma teases, more for his own well-being than to actually make fun of Nagisa.

Nagisa didn't bother with a response; instead, he just pouted at Karma and shook his head. As if acting disappointed would make Karma regret anything. He lets out a breathy laugh again. Mentally preparing for the next move.

When Nagisa's lips touched Karma's taint, he had released a pathetic little whimper. A whimper so small it should've been easy to choke down, yet it still made its way out of his mouth.

Karma flushed red and didn't bother looking at Nagisa. Karma'd be embarrassed no matter what emotion the bluenette was showcasing.

"It's okay, Karma. We'll go slow." Nagisa says, in a silky smooth voice, with undertones of playfulness. That was definitely Nagisa trying to tease him.

"Of course we will. 'Slow' is probably what you'll need to last longer than a minute." Karma claps back. A smirk played at his lips. Nagisa smiles genuinely at him in response, rubbing Karma's thigh; subtle but relaxing.

Nagisa's lips make contact with Karma again, this time to place gentle kisses. Karma's body reacts with an involuntary shiver.

Nagisa experiments with peeking his tongue out.

"ACK—!" Is Karma's choked and surprised response.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt—"

"Stop! Just…! If I don't want it anymore, I'll tell you to stop. Until then, don't." Karma's fingers tighten in Nagisa's hair. Karma makes direct eye contact, his eyes demanding compliance.

Nagisa immediately folded.

"O- okay… sorry…." Nagisa sighed quietly "….I just wanted to make sure—"

"Nagisa!"

"Right, on it!"

When Nagisa said, 'Right, on it!' Karma didn't think that meant, on it—like—right now on it. He expected a smidge more foreplay. So to say Karma was nearly startled out of his skin when his one hole that can be entered down there was enveloped in warmth and wetness, his first thought…. wasn't sexy… more so embarrassing.

Then the rhythmic licking and mock chaste kisses had eased him into a more relaxed state. less jittery.

It actually felt quite good.

Then it went inside.

Karma nearly screamed.

It was… wet.

Obviously. It was a tongue. It's gonna feel wet. It'd be weirder if it were dry.

logically, he knew Nagisa's tongue was extremely small, but once it was actually in Karma, he found himself agreeing with incels about how big 'big' really is. And right now, big is little, and that big thing that was truly little was the wet tongue that was currently exploring the inside of his body. Nagisa was definitely better at this than he was at blowjobs. But the feeling's so weird, Karma's considering just cutting this short and skipping to the part where he pins Nagisa down and fucks his cute boyfriend against a wall.

"Karma." Nagisa squeezes the redhead's thigh a tad. Karma hadn't even noticed that Nagisa pulled out. "I need you to calm down. This is kinda hard when you're so out of it. Are you sure—" Nagisa cuts himself off with a deep sigh. "Never mind. You'll tell me, I guess," Nagisa pouts again.

Just as Karma was about to acknowledge Nagisa's statement, the shorter male grabs Karma's thighs, hikes them up, keeping a good grip as he stands up. Effectively making Karma fall back onto his bed and making the redhead have to replace his hands from Nagisa's hair to the bedsheets.

"Nagisa—!" Karma feels Nagisa get on the bed with him. Karma's thighs were resting on the front of Nagisa, his legs on Nagisa's shoulders, which had him in a fairly vulnerable position, and left him open to whatever 'attack' Nagisa was getting ready to inflict. "You're getting ballsy." Karma teases. Looking at Nagisa only for a moment before the bluenette decides to try again with the rimming.

This time was different.

This time. There were… hits? No. That can't be right. That's not what hits are used for—

"Ah~" Karma's soft voice slipped its way out of his throat disguised as an exhale, in an octave higher than he usually speaks in…

This felt way different from how it did before. Before, he could only think about when it'd be over, but now…

"Gods~…nngh—" Karma's tightening his grip in the sheets as Nagisa licks into him, and the feeling is getting more intense. His stomach is doing back flips, and he feels a knot starting to tighten deep within him; it feels like hell… It's just becoming way too much, way too quick—

"Wait. Don't. Don't cum, please." Nagisa stops whatever angelic technique he was doing down there (Karma's halfway convinced to just shove Nagisa's face back down and tell him to finish what he started) and lets Karma's legs drop to the bed as he gets off said bed.

Karma tuts.

Jeez. Nagisa didn't even let him finish. Karma was way too hard to actually follow any train of logic other than: loosen this infuriating knot in him. And the only way he knew how to do that was, well, a good solo session, of course.

He only got two pumps in before Nagisa caught his hand. This time, much more in the nude than he was a few seconds ago.

"Karma, I said not to come!"

"I wasn't!… I was just making myself more comfortable… heh… cumfortable"

Nagisa raises an eyebrow. He releases a heavy exhale combined with a slight chuckle before he starts finicking with something below where Karma bothers to crane his neck to see. Probably lube.

Seems like the only one getting fucked tonight was him.

He's fine with that.

It was his original plan anyway, so technically, he's still in complete control of this situation.

"Please heat that up before you put it anywhere near me." Karma says. Looking at the ceiling as opposed to beautiful blue eyes.

Definitely not because he was worried about taking it up the ass, nope, he just doesn't feel like straining his neck to see someone stick fingers where the sun don't shine…

. . .

y'know, when Karma thinks about it, why would anyone wanna do this? Yeah, Karma's done it a plethora of times, but that was different—he was on top—his body specifically wasn't made for actions like this, it probably wouldn't even feel good for Nagisa, and—god, what is he doing? Was this a good idea? No. The answer is no—

"ACK! What the hell!" Karma's hands fly down to Nagisa's to keep them away. "I just said to heat it up."

"Right… yeah… how?"

Oh yeah… Nagisa still hadn't gone further than fellatio; this was wholly new territory for him.

"Just.." Karma pushes Nagisa back with his foot and sits up, exasperated. "Just gimme."

"Okay… sorry," Nagisa mutters, bashfully looking to the bed sheets for advice it didn't have. Karma takes the lube from Nagisa's extended hand and pours a generous amount onto his palm.

"You just rub it together until it's warm." Karma purrs out, getting Nagisa to look up at him. Without rubbing his hands together, he places a teasing finger on Nagisa's tip—Nagisa tries to stifle a gasp. "Otherwise, it'll be cold and…" Karma oh so kindly grabs Nagisa by the shaft, trapping him in a death grip.

"EEK—!" Nagisa squeaks—very pathetic, Nagisa wished he could stuff the sound back into his mouth.—The biting coolness of the lube really wasn't pleasant.

Nagisa probably would of known that had he jerked off like any other teen, but he digresses, because the bitting pain of cold is being painted over by pleasure, due to various reasons, such as: Nagisa's blood is pumping to his groin with so much urgency it's starting to concern him, the heat that's radiating from him is heating the lube at a gobsmacking pace, and Karma's siren eyes make everything 10 times better. At least for Nagisa. It's not like Karma even means to look at him like that; it's just the redhead's default face when teasing people.

Then again, all of Karma's emotes make everything 10 times better. Or at least in Nagisa's opinion…

The unbearable heat of Karma's harsh grip on Nagisa's shaft starts moving. Small and teasing pumps. Karma lets out a low hum as he ventures Nagisa's cock with his hand. Pressing his thumb along a prominent vein. Nagisa groans in response.

"It's cute." Karma muffles a laugh. Nagisa flushes red.

"It's not cute—!" Nagisa bites his lips as Karma harshens his grip around Nagisa's cock into what should be painful; to Nagisa, it felt more like overlapping pleasure threatening to spill over. "K- Karma…!" Karma releases Nagisa's erection, which has Nagisa letting out a pathetic whimper.

Karma's tongue peaks out to lick his lips wantonly.

"It's cuter when you make faces like that." Karma's slick hand glides up to wipe the top of Nagisa's length, catching the pre-cum that was starting to bead up. "And even more so when I know how much you're enjoying it."

Karma bends down and places a quick kiss on Nagisa's tip. Peaking his tongue up to give it one modest lick. Nagisa shudders.

"Okay. Let's get to the main event." Karma sits back again and hands the lube to Nagisa. "Stretch me out nice and slow, it's my first time after all~"

"Karma… Don't say it like that." Nagisa pours some lube on his fingers. Starting the process of heating it.

"Like what? I'm only speaking the truth." Karma purrs. You see, Karma had a plan. Or more like, he was doing damage control. Karma's bigger than Nagisa, in a lot of ways, hands are one of them; and therefore, if Nagisa were to finger him open, it'd be way less intimidating. It's actually great that Nagisa's the first person he bottoms with because the bluenette is objectively small compared to other guys. Yeah, Nagisa's dick looks above average in girth, but it's still around average in length (maybe a little above average in length—), but all his measurements are probably off! Nagisa's so small things probably look bigger on him! Dick included.

Karma feels warm slick being rubbed over his entrance. Nagisa's fingers sweep over his hole, teasing the idea of entry. Eventually, Nagisa stops dicking around and pauses at Karma's rim. Nagisa rubs his hole before opening it a bit, not dipping in. Almost as if testing the waters, examining Karma's tightness.

Karma finds himself unconsciously tightening his grip on the bedsheets. One hand already making its way to his mouth, ready to smother any sound that dares try and make its way out.

Karma tries to keep his brain busy. It's just Nagisa. His fingers are small. I probably won't even feel anything.

Then Nagisa's thumb actually entered.

"Ah!" A surprised moan punched its way out; it would have been louder had Karma not had the amazing foresight to cover his mouth ahead of time.

Nagisa and Karma have held hands countless times, as well as comparing their hand sizes like smitten teenagers. Karma knows Nagisa isn't big, whatsoever.

But Nagisa's barely gotten his whole thumb in, and Karma already feels like he's bordering on full. Nagisa exhales a laugh, and Karma shoots him a glare in response.

"Something funny?" Karma practically hisses

"No! It's just…" Nagisa tries to tame a budding smile. "I've barely done anything yet."

Karma sneers at him. "Yeah, yeah. Keep going." Karma covers his mouth again once he's done with his sentence.

Nagisa takes his thumb out with a pop. Karma looks at him, watching his face grow redder.

"Why're you flustered now?" Karma tittered. Karma allows his hand to move from his mouth to Nagisa's heated cheek.

"It's just…" Nagisa grows more flustered as he pushes his face further into the welcoming coolness of Karma's hand. "You definitely prepared down here…" for me. was the unspoken part.

Nagisa meets Karma's icy gold eyes as Karma's cheeks redden slightly. He smiles.

"Yep. I didn't get very far though…" Karma's smile turns into a playful smirk. "You'll have to finish the job for me~" Karma grabs the discarded pillow he was holding when they were watching the movie and places it under himself as he lies back. splaying his legs open ever so slightly to be more welcoming—presenting—but still modest (shy is the real word, but Karma likes to think it makes him look less submissive.) "And finish it fast 'cause I'm aching to have you in me…" Karma drawls his words out and makes sure to hold Nagisa's gaze. Nagisa's breath stumbles coming out, like even it's flustered to come out at such an alluring sight.

Karma was straight-up lying.

He's quite the actor, though, so it's not like Nagisa would be able to tell the difference.

To be completely honest, Karma wasn't really looking forward to having fingers stuffed into him, much less a dick. He wasn't just teasing when he told Nagisa to take it slow, but he also wasn't all the way teasing when he told Nagisa to make it fast. Karma wants to make his lover cum and then finish this, and then when Nagisa inevitably cums within 10 seconds, and Karma's still rock hard, he'll ask to go another round where he'll be on top.

Karma's banking on Nagisa having the refractory period of a turtle with erectile dysfunction, so Nagisa won't take 'second round' as him topping again; it's likely, since Nagisa's libido is as present as his father. Karma's fine with just letting Nagisa tire himself out. And Karma doubts that he'll be bored, the faces Nagisa's been making are absolute gold, the blushing, the bashfulness, the whimpering—Karma'd be lying if he said it didn't turn on him in the slightest—he knows that once Nagisa actually gets in him, those faces are gonna get so much better. So, he's looking forward to that.

Nagisa gathers himself, busying himself with heating more lube between his fingers. Once he feels confident enough, he lets his pointer finger linger over Karma's entrance. It felt like the world was growing smaller until the only things that existed in it were him, Karma, and the bed they're about to fuck on.

Karma's right. Nagisa should make this quick, because the fire pooling in his abdomen feels like it was just spoonfed a generous amount of oxygen, and he needs to quell it, and the only way to do that is…

Nagisa's cock twitches in unrest. He just wants to sink it into Karma and feel the heat simmer together. He wants to make love to his boyfriend. He wants to do it now.

Right, all this thinking is making him impossibly harder; he just needs to finger Karma open, and then they can get to the making love part.

Nagisa doesn't waste time inching his pointer finger into Karma's entrance, receiving a gasp from his lover. Nagisa stops, letting Karma adjust to the feeling of having something inside him, as he did with his thumb. His index finger is slimmer, so he hopes Karma will be more comfortable with it.

He pushes his finger further into the tight heat of muscle, listening to the strangled breaths, Karma biting down on his hand to muffle them.

"Don't bite, your fangs are really sharp, you're gonna hurt yourself."

"Leave me be, you blueberry." Karma bites back, moving his hand just to be heard better. "Keep going, we've barely gotten anywhere." Karma covers his mouth with his hand again.

"Karma… I wanna hear you!"

"You hear me enough."

Nagisa pouts but doesn't push it.

On the plus side, Karma's more relaxed, so the clasping heat of the muscle enveloping Nagisa's finger has let up its relentless grip. Nagisa doesn't waste time stuffing his middle finger into Karma, earning a squeak from his lover. A sound Nagisa has never heard from Karma.

Karma flushes. He just squeaked. He doesn't squeak, Nagisa squeaks. It's just… Karma didn't expect to feel like that. One finger. Sure. It wasn't too bad… but two? It didn't feel like a fair size-up at all! Karma felt uncomfortably full as Nagisa's fingers fumbled inside him, like they were lost and didn't exactly know what they were doing there.

"Y'know…" Karma starts, trying to subtly catch his breath, "You're supposed to scissor me open, just having them in there isn't gonna do anything." Yes, Karma felt like he was stuffed already, but the sooner he's deemed 'open', the faster Nagisa's finger will come out.

"I know, but…"

Karma mewls as he feels Nagisa's slick fingers press against his walls.

"You're really tight, so it's kinda hard…"

Karma shudders at his wording, which in turn makes Nagisa redden. "Actually, though, not just in a sexy way…"

Nagisa continues fumbling around, trying to open Karma up and trying to explore his insides, presumably looking for the prostate. Now that Karma's adjusted to two fingers, the thing that's making him feel off is the slickness of the lube. It's making a place that should be dry, wet and slimy…

Karma shivers again when Nagisa's fingers graze a particularly sensitive part of his body. Nagisa pauses and shifts on the bed. Nagisa grazes that spot again, making Karma tighten his grip on the sheets. Nagisa's mouth draws into a line as his expression sharpens into intrigue.

"You find something interesting?" Karma asks, teasing Nagisa. In reality, he was getting worried; he didn't really expect Nagisa to find any spot that'd feel good. Logically, he knew that Nagisa's cock was big enough that his prostate would still be stimulated, but he imagined it feeling like a fleeting itch he'd never be able to reach, but this was different. Anatomically, Nagisa was off by a bit, but the feeling had the lingering threat of the intensity proper stimulation promised.

The unexpectedness of it through him all the way off.

Nagisa seemed to be piecing it together as he started to venture around the spot that had Karma trying to stop himself from shivering. It felt like Nagisa was playing hot and cold, but instead of Karma saying hot or cold, the more he moaned or reacted meant Nagisa was getting hotter.

Until eventually

"Uh—!" A gasp punched its way out as Karma arched his back. Nagisa found the place he was looking for.

"There?" Nagisa asked dumbly. Karma only responded in an exasperated groan. "I'm gonna take that as a yes…"

Nagisa slides his fingers out and thrusts them back in, avoiding his prostate just slightly every time. Ironically, Karma found himself squirming to get the position right, trying to arch his hips in a way that guided Nagisa's nimble fingers to the bundle of nerves patiently waiting to be indulged. Because, gods, Karma couldn't have been more wrong in terms of how showing his prostate attention felt, that burst of intensity was downright dizzying, almost painful, but only enough to kickstart your adrenaline and override the dull pain with intoxicating pleasure. All that, all those dizzying, contradicting feelings flashed through him, taking up all the space in his brain; it was such a small thought that it made Karma feel lightheaded when nothing but that was occupying his precious brain space.

In short, it felt so good.

Karma found himself on the two extremes of wanting Nagisa to immediately stop what he was doing and wanting Nagisa to abuse that spot until Karma's messy and limp begging for Nagisa to stop and keep going at the same time.

The thought makes the knot in Karma's abdomen tighten; he grinds down on Nagisa's fingers, looking to loosen that knot a bit. He's once again hit with that lingering threat of intensity that he gets when Nagisa's close to that spot of pure pleasure. A feeling Karma's growing to hate yet love at the same time. The worst part is, Nagisa's missing his prostate on purpose, and that's driving him mad. Nagisa knows exactly where it is and likes to sparsely get ever closer to it while still avoiding hitting it head-on, like going all the way will curse his bloodline or something.

Karma groans in what he hopes sounds like distress.

"Nagisa…" Karma found himself spreading his legs further, like providing easier access to his entrance would somehow get Nagisa to finger him properly. "This is driving me insane… I want…" Karma stops at that part, expecting Nagisa to fill in the blank.

"What? What do you want?" Nagisa asks, breathlessly.

"You know what I want. Stop teasing." Karma pouts, his hips still restless on its cushioned throne, almost inviting Nagisa back in.

Nagisa runs his thumb over Karma's entrance. Karma groans, trying to push down. He was lying before when he asked Nagisa to finish the fingering fast, but now, he needs Nagisa to finish this fast; he didn't even care whether they got to the banging part; he just wanted to feel that pleasure again, whether that be via blowjob or abusing his prostate.

Nagisa had begun heating lube again. Karma lay back and looked at the ceiling as the haze of having his prostate shown attention for the first time started to wash over him, allowing his more rational thoughts back into his brain.

Right… Karma was painfully hard, and he wanted to cum, sure, but maybe having that little pleasure button inside him be overused wasn't the best deflowering idea.

Karma sucks in a breath as he feels two fingers enter him again, this time suitably scissoring him open (still avoiding Karma's prostate like the plague).

Nagisa snatches his fingers out of Karma's hole, forcing the redhead to make a choked sound of surprise. "Hey, you're not done, don't stop until I tell—" Karma was promptly shut up when Nagisa spread Karma open with two fingers and pressed the tip of his cock to Karma's puckered entrance, which seemingly didn't understand that Karma wanted small Nagisa fingers, not the definitely not above average in any way dick that was asking for entry.

Nagisa was small, and Karma could totally take it (or at least that's what he tells himself)! But there was no reason to prove he could, so why would he?

He knows he said it was okay, like, a few minutes ago, but the knot in his stomach is starting to match intensities with the knot in his groin begging to be loosened by nimble fingers… or even—

Nope. Nuh-uh. It's way too big. It won't fit. Fingers barely fit.

"Karma, you said it yourself, I'm not that big, so just relax. We promised to take it slow."

Karma must've actually said something because Nagisa was reassuringly cooing at him, but all Karma was thinking about was something way too big trying to press into something way too small. Yes, Karma's bigger than Nagisa. Yes, Karma's fucked some petite girls. But Karma's almost wholly convinced that he was born with a smaller sphincter than most (if not all) of the people he's not only fucked, but met (and hasn't met). It's like trying to shove a cube into a circular hole.

"It's not enough lube!" Karma blurts out before Nagisa can manage a real thrust.

"Oh, sorry!" Nagisa begins correcting his mistake, immediately grabbing the lube bottle and pouring it onto his fingers. He begins the process of heating the lube—

"Still not enough."

"Uhm… okay…" Nagisa repeats, pouring more than enough lube onto his fingers—more than Karma's ever used on any of his lovers.

"More."

Nagisa tries to stifle a cringe as he obeys Karma's demand.

"More…"

"Karma, do you want me to empty the whole bottle?" Nagisa asks, definitely in a sarcastic way, but that actually doesn't sound like a bad idea. When Karma doesn't respond in any way other than a blank face, Nagisa gives him an exasperated look.

"Fine." Nagisa says, smugness underpainting his tone.

Karma's about to speak when he then sees Nagisa unscrew the cap and flip the bottle upside down, right over Karma's taint, straight out the bottle. "WAIT—!" Karma exclaimed, as if it would stop the lube from falling out of the bottle.

It didn't—of course—and an icicle sharper than the knives Karma collects pierces through his body, pinning his hips to the pillow but having his head whipped back into the soft mattress. His back arched as if trying to get away from the prickling sensation of goosebumps making its way up his spine, leading an army of little icicles along with it that put him under tides of shivers that take him at least 15 seconds to get all the way through. His mouth still ajar from the broken moan he released when the lube made contact with his body.

"gah—" Karma gasped "fucker—" He rasps out as he squeezes his eyes shut and lets his legs jerk open of their own accord. Karma moans languidly as his body heat warms the, frankly disgusting, amount of lube drizzling from Karma's taint and balls down to his anus.

"Karma, you look beautiful…" Nagisa says, sounding starstruck.

"After all the shit you pulled, you'll need more than just compliments as an apology," Karma responds in a low voice.

"Sorry… but is it enough?" Nagisa asks as he scoops some lube up and drizzles it on his dick, shuddering as the semi-cold lube touches his sensitive tip. Karma peeks an eye open to watch. Maybe they should try temperature play at some point.

"Yeah… with this much, you'll probably slide right in." Karma deadpanned. It was actually starting to feel gross.

Karma is snapped out of his thoughts when Nagisa flushes and straightens out his back, kneeling behind Karma. He lines up his dick with Karma's glistening entrance, slick with lube.

Nagisa bites down on his lip as the fire in his abdomen rages as it gets closer to its goal. He could feel his cock throbbing in his hands, basically begging for attention of any kind.

Nagisa once again stretches Karma's entrance open with two fingers and tries to ease his way in. Ease as he might, Karma was right about sliding right in. The slickness allowed Nagisa to slip right in with little resistance from Karma's body.

Karma, on the other hand, bit back what would've been an embarrassingly loud moan.

He wasn't anywhere close to taking Nagisa's full length (his body had stopped allowing easy entrance and was now pushing back like Nagisa was an unwanted visitor), but it already felt like he wouldn't be able to take more of this. He knew it, Nagisa was too big, he admits it! This just isn't gonna work out. Karma chances a look down to see what's happening in the nether regions, and Karma takes a good look at Nagisa's cock, now able to scale it and look at it in reference to his ass instead of Karma's own erection and hands that made it seem like Nagisa was small.

All that to say, Karma's not sure he'll even be able to take half of Nagisa.

Nagisa's cock is cute, pretty even, but fuck was it blessed with girth. The tip was relatively normal, but as you go down, it quickly becomes larger, especially once that subtle delicious curve is reached; the girth goes strong before tapering down a bit at the shaft. Just looking at the full thing made Karma lick his lips on instinct—more used to blowing pretty cocks than spreading for them—as desirable as that shape is, Karma's almost certain it's a shape to advance for him. Sure, maybe he could take the rest of the tip, but after that, Karma's at a loss.

Nagisa doesn't think so, as he rocks a bit, testing the waters and feeling the ring of muscle tighten with indecisiveness, trying to pull him in and push him out at the same time. He could work with that.

Nagisa drapes himself over Karma, who busied himself with anxiously looking at what Nagisa was doing down there. Nagisa finds himself breathily chuckling at that thought, which grabs Karma's attention.

"So… you down to just relish in my magnificence until your erection burns out?" Karma asks, only half joking.

"Wha—! But I'm not even all the way in! I'll get chilly…"

"Then you'd better start moving before I tell you to figure it out in the bathroom."

"yessir…" Nagisa pouts. He was distracted by Karma's face; he was making a cute expression that Nagisa wanted to commit to memory. Nagisa slowly exhales. His fingers creeping up to intertwine with Karma's that have been idle on the bed sheets. Nagisa's other hand grounds itself on the mattress.

It's a bit of an awkward position at first. Simply being face-to-face with his lover was a bit more embarrassing than he had anticipated.

"Nagi… you know you can stare and do other things." Karma broke Nagisa out of a trance for what felt like the 10th time today. He moves his hips a bit to make a point.

"Right, yeah, sorry." Nagisa sputters as he tightens his grip on the sheet.

Karma's plan is simple: get Nagisa to cum as fast as possible before Karma gets too scared and backs out before Nagisa can aptly lose his virginity. Easy. This'll be easy. Karma has to tell himself that, or he'll start to freak out.

Nagisa starts to rock into him. Greatly aided by the lube that Karma's glad he insisted be used in its entirety.

With every microscopic thrust, another whimper is punched out of him as Nagisa somehow manages to sink his cock a little bit less than halfway into Karma. Something that Karma wanted to give himself a pat on the back for, despite doing nothing. At this point, Karma was starting to understand what it really meant to be full; what felt like 'full' before was quickly becoming overshadowed as Nagisa kept inching his length deeper into Karma. Trying for different angles when he hit knots of Karma's entrance being stubborn and tightening up, only for Nagisa to switch up and hit Karma's walls at an angle that forced Karma's hand that wasn't intertwined with Nagisa's to find its way onto Nagisa's back.

"Hah… so… should I be worried about scratches?" Nagisa awkwardly jokes. Panting and admiring Karma's eyes.

"Should I be worried about my ass?" Karma retorts unabashedly. Also trying to catch his breath and looking into his lover's eyes.

Nagisa shifts, which has Karma hissing and trying to tighten his grip on sweaty skin. Nagisa tightens his grip on Karma's hand in response.

"Is this okay?" Nagisa asks.

"Y- yeah… keep going."

Nagisa nods and watches Karma's face as he starts rocking again, almost immediately coming across a knot. Karma's invigorating heat clenches down on his cock in an intoxicatingly painful way; it makes Nagisa's breath hitch and his hips stutter, which only makes the suffocating heat grow tighter. Nagisa does what he's been doing. Change the angle, specifically to an angle more prone to run into the prostate. When he does that, Karma's body seems to quake in pleasure as well as Karma himself, allowing him to continue sheathing himself fully into Karma's lithe body. One of the best parts about this, having a relatively big dick and a partner who's relatively small (sure, Karma's tall, but definitely thin and relatively petite when it comes to the weight: height ratio), is seeing your own dick protrude from the blazing heat and show itself in your partner's stomach. Nagisa had only heard about it in porn that his classmates liked to complain about, how unrealistic it was, but here it is, and it's hotter in real life; it makes the fire within Nagisa burn in a way that words couldn't describe.

The fire in Nagisa's abdomen didn't let up as he entered Karma, no—in fact—it burnt brighter. Needier.

Nagisa's hips stutter again, punching out a choked gasp from Karma.

Karma's almost taken all of the hardest part of Nagisa's length and is coming to the end of the arch, and Nagisa's quite proud of his lover. It makes him especially proud when he can see his lover trembling under him and flushed like he's recovering from a fever. Karma's vice grip on his hand and painfully sharp grip on his back were just the cherries on top. Karma's small gasps and stifled moans as he tries to avoid eye contact make Nagisa add cute points to his mental profiling on how to describe Karma's looks.

"You're doing so good…" Nagisa breaths out

"nngh…" is his ragged response, followed by a mewl when Nagisa hits a particularly rough knot and has to thrust into Karma's walls harder than he did before. Another bout of Nagisa's rhythm stuttering, which in turn makes Karma jolt.

Karma had hit the halfway point, and he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"You're almost there, okay?" Nagisa reassures as he continues making slow progress, untangling knots that have Karma trying to press his legs shut, but when asked about it, says he just wanted to feel more of Nagisa. A statement that made Nagisa whimper as he involuntarily needily thrusted into the slick heat of Karma, which earned a keen that time around… as well as a basically incoherent Karma for a while.

"Jeez… You're almost there…" Nagisa murmurs, almost to himself, as he breathlessly watches the rest of his length disappear into the puckered heat of his lover. It felt like the breath was sucked out of him when his pelvis finally made full contact with Karma. He felt the moistness of sweat and Karma's ever-present quivering, accompanied by small jerks and moans every so often. He was just… so happy… There was no other way to describe it. He felt whole being connected to Karma this way, like he was finally able to share his boyfriend's space.

Nagisa pants as he lays his head down on a trembling Karma, equally out of breath. Karma pulsing around Nagisa's length, his body making room for the oversized guest until Nagisa could fit comfortably.

Karma opens his mouth to form the first sentence he's managed to make in 50 minutes (yes, that's how long they've been at it, a lot of sessions of just breathing each other's air and kissing) "Why're you out of breath… you're not the one having something stuck up your ass."

Nagisa sighs—honestly, what'd he expect? He places a kiss on Karma's lips.

"I was the active one throughout this. Do you know how hard it is to do slow and steady micro thrusts for half an hour?"

"Well—"

"No! Don't even start, you probably just thrust all the way in, guns blazing. I doubt you've had to go longer than... 25 minutes, and even that's pushing it."

"Well, I actually know how to please my lovers, so they just orgasm faster—"

A rough and wet thrust shuts Karma up—his head slamming back into the bed and his grip tightening on Nagisa, his body trying to jerk away for a second. "Mmhhfh…"

"I dunno, you seem pretty pleased to me." Nagisa quips, placing a guilty kiss on Karma's stuttering lips.

"sh- shut up…" Karma whines, his voice wrecked and shaky.

Nagisa likes that tone on Karma.

"Okay, we're gonna go for real this time… are you ready?" Nagisa starts to sit up until he's on his knees, looking down at Karma. He guiltily rubbed circles into Karma's hips. Feeling bad for leaving Karma with virtually nothing to hold onto.

"Mhm… Come on, give it to me~" Karma's voice lowers into a sultry spell. Of course, Karma still found a way to fluster Nagisa even when he's sprawled out on a bed and spread open on Nagisa's dick. The situation makes Nagisa flustered as well.

He takes a moment to breathe in.

The smell of sweat (As well as the underlying smell of the strawberries and cream perfume—with a French name Nagisa wouldn't dare attempt to pronounce—that Karma liked to wear. This particular scent has been dubbed his 'lucky scent' by the redhead himself.) ever present in the room.

Nagisa starts by rocking his hips. Testing the reaction and how tight Karma's walls will squeeze against him if he attempts constant, faster movement.

Even just small thrusts like these were fueling the fire that was starting to burn the edges of Nagisa's senses.

On the other hand, the knot in Karma's pelvis was tightening by two when Nagisa drove in and then untightening by one when Nagisa pulled back out by a centimeter (or two if he were lucky). A feeling that got more and more unbearable with every mini thrust Nagisa put him through. Karma felt the knot chafing, screaming to be loosened.

"Are you physica—" Karma inhales sharply when Nagisa pumps in at a particularly delicious angle. "phy…" another breath; Karma trying to recover as well as him trying to wrap tired and shaky lips around a word as big as 'physically'. He just gives up on the word "—not able to go fast? ever?" Karma manages to get out.

"I could." Nagisa holds Karma's hips to steady his lover's unconscious squirming. "But I hear it feels better when a pace is set and stuck to." Nagisa tries to stop his hips from stuttering a rough thrust into Karma's prostate—

"Mmmhh~!"

He fails.

"Sorry—" Nagisa pants out. The fire in him was growing stronger, as if it could sense Karma's lust.

"Nagisa!" Karma grabs his boyfriend's attention, and Nagisa basically stops to allow Karma to speak. "No, gods, please don't stop!" Karma says, an actual sense of urgency leaks into his tone. He genuinely seemed distressed… if that was the word for Karma's expression right now.

"Nagi…" Karma breathes, "You've basically been edging me for—" Karma takes a second to look at the clock, "An hour and some change with seemingly no intention of stopping! I seriously can't take it anymore! I want you to—no—I need you to fuck me until I can't feel my fucking insides anymore, until you've permanently rearranged my guts to accommodate your dick, I need, please, fuck, I just need you to go faster, that's all I need, can you do that for me?" Karma whimpered the last part.

Nagisa could see his lover's eyes starting to grow wet as well as the cracks in his voice as he begged (such a strange word to use for Karma…) Nagisa to take him. If he said there was no way he could've cum to Karma's speech right then and there… he'd be lying. Nagisa was just as eager to rut into Karma mindlessly.

As much as he wanted to keep a consistent pace, he wanted to feel all the different ways Karma's heat could react to his thrusts more.

"Yeah…" Nagisa felt like he had the breath punched out of him as he forced words out. "Yeah, I can do that." Nagisa rasped.

He adjusts his grip on Karma's hips and slowly pulls out. Karma whimpers at the utter loss of heat.

"Nagi—" Karma opens his mouth to nag, and that's when Nagisa pistons in, hitting every sensitive spot he found on his way in.

Karma sees stars. It shouldn't be possible to feel this good. Nagisa was obviously cheating.

Karma was so lost, he hadn't realized he had been grabbing onto the sheets with a death grip as well as…

As well as the moisture he was starting to feel running down his cheeks. It took him an embarrassingly long time to realize everything hadn't gotten blurry just because he was in the middle of drawl-droppingly astounding sex and feeling more emotions linked to pleasure than he'd ever felt in the entirety of his sex life combined; nope, Karma was also crying—no—sobbing. Karma was sobbing, and he hadn't realized—and honestly—nor did he care. Perhaps at a later time, when all the blood that was supposed to be helping his brain work properly wasn't redirected to his dick, he'd be embarrassed. But right now, Karma couldn't care less about covering or hiding his face, not when Nagisa was definitely missing his prostate by half a centimeter every time he did a full thrust on purpose.

"Please, please, please—" Karma begged as he began trying to rock his hips to meet Nagisa's thrust, hoping to guide Nagisa to his goal manually.

"Stop…" Nagisa murmured, flushed and sweating like he was running a marathon. "Lemme take care of everything… I'll give it to you proper in a second, I just don't want it to end yet."

That was sweet. Karma thought, but that thought was shoved to the back and replaced with Karma's jealousy of Nagisa's ability to actually be coherent enough to form a sentence at the moment. It was also quite the lewd sentence, something Nagisa usually wouldn't even be able to think without turning red. Karma supposes sex turns off Nagisa's shame.

"Please, no more, give it to me…" Karma mewls, his breath shaky, the knot in his abdomen tightening in a particularly harsh way that has Karma craving an orgasm. "I want it so bad, I need it, fuck me, fuck me— AHnnn~!"

Karma keens as he receives exactly what he begged for. Nagisa picks up the pace and drives into the needy heat, basically pleading for more, hitting all the right places, an act that has Karma whining and sobbing into his sheets, his efforts to match Nagisa's pace abandoned as his legs were barely able to keep themselves supported, and his arms probably wouldn't fare much better. Karma found his clutch on the sheets to be less than grounding; he wanted to hold Nagisa as the bluenette fucked into him. All of Karma's thoughts, wants, and needs were being remodeled and force restarted with every thrust, Nagisa targeting Karma's already teased and sensitive prostate, hitting it like a sweat playing a fucking clicker game. Karma groans as he tries to adjust his grip on the sheets without letting go, feeling as though he might sink through the bed and to the core of the earth if he lets go.

Nagisa's thrusts start to get messy, not being as accurate as they were before, sometimes missing the mark entirely. Karma preens at the fact that he's responsible for Nagisa becoming undone. On top of that, Karma's back was starting to arch of its own volition, so it seemed like they were most likely going to cum together.

"K- Karma! I'm close— gonna—" Nagisa gasps, trying his hardest not to quicken the pace as he pulls out further and thrusts in harder, creating a wet, slick clapping sound that honestly sounded like a painful hiding.

"Fuck, fuck! Me too, please d- don't stop, 's so good~!" Karma sobbed; the rougher Nagisa was with him, the rougher the tears pushed themselves out.

" 'm gonna cum! 'm gonna fill you up until you can't fit anymore in you!" Nagisa keens. High-pitched and pathetic, like he was the one being fucked relentlessly into the bed.

"Please, please, I need you to, I need—"

Nagisa digs his nail into Karma's hips—the redhead screams a choked moan through hiccups—he pulls all the way out and thrusts into the welcoming heat of Karma's swollen entrance as hard as his little body could. Nagisa feels a full-body shiver crawl up his spine as he whips his head back to face the ceiling, squeezing his eyes shut. Nagisa had to focus; he couldn't look at Karma, or he'd actually cum. That wasn't going to happen. Nagisa wouldn't allow himself to cum until he felt the intoxicating heat of Karma's walls pulse around him and heard Karma scream, moan, and sob to the heavens,

kinda like Karma was doing now—…

Shit

Karma's cumming.

He looks like an angel while he's doing it, too. Which shouldn't be possible. Karma should be all sweaty, gross, and making weird blissed-out faces. But no, Karma looks as majestic as he always does.

That's nice and all, but it wasn't supposed to happen that fast! Nagisa needed to commit this face to memory, but he also wanted to fuck Karma through this orgasm…

Of course, Nagisa went with the option that included rutting into Karma until his cock got soft and he physically couldn't anymore. In theory, fucking a pliant Karma through an orgasm should be easy, but the way his walls convulsed around Nagisa wasn't easy to work with at all. The ring of muscle was trying to push anything out that didn't belong, even if it was the thing that had put Karma into this state. Nagisa hopes he's not hurting Karma as he ignores the upset pulsing around his erection and continues with his rough thrusts, deciding to collapse onto Karma's chest for a more comfortable position before thrusting with mock precision, only driving into Karma to finally quench the fire that had been raging in his groin.

One thrust

Then two

four

eight

Then…

Well, then, bliss. The fire that had burned in his groin was quenched and tamed, scared to try and combat a feeling as strong as this; pure, utter, white-hot bliss; it washed over Nagisa's being. He felt Karma's arms wrap around him, Karma's sharp nails following, presumably to keep him from going anywhere. As if Nagisa would choose to leave.

Karma's orgasm was harsh and infinitely more intense than any others he's had. He was a mess of choked hiccups and sobs, jolting when Nagisa made the slightest movement, his prostate was more sensitive than it ought to have been, yet Nagisa had still been driving into him at full force. At the very least, Nagisa had collapsed onto him while humping him like a dog, so Karma didn't waste time grabbing onto him like a lifeline.

Karma's cumming had been intense, and it shot out of him so violently that Karma actually startled, and it went on for a while; he didn't even know he had that much cum in him, but his cumming stopped well before his orgasm had actually come to an end. Karma's brain was hazy, and all he could hear was static.

He didn't keep his eyes open for long. Everything was spinning, like he was doing barrel rolls in slow motion; it was so disorientating and dizzying, he was barely able to stomach it for more than a second.

Even as the more intense side effects died down, the brain fog and endless tears remained. Nagisa's thrusts had continued, and they were world-shaking to Karma; every thrust felt like it added time to the intense side effects that made him feel like his soul was actively making its way out of his body and ascending to a higher plane.

And then Nagisa came, and the blissful feeling Karma first had when he came washed back over him as he hugged Nagisa closer, trembling and clinging to his boyfriend. The knot in his abdomen tightened and finally loosened for good as fiery passion singed its threads and left Karma speechless yet wholly fulfilled.

Karma sat in the bliss of what felt like oblivion. Only focusing on Nagisa's throbbing cock inside him, releasing impressive amounts of cum to the point he was actually starting to feel it build up inside him.

Once Nagisa was done, neither of them moved. Panting in tandem, trying to catch the breath that had been on the run for the hour and 36 minutes they had been fucking.

Karma sniffled, moving his hand to wipe excess moisture off his cheeks.

"So… 'I'm gonna fill you up', huh? What's that about?" Karma smirks as he starts playing with his lover's hair.

"Sh- shut up! I wasn't thinking…"

Karma simply laughs, shifting so Nagisa's forced to get off him. The bluenette huffs. Karma kicks the pillow from under him onto the floor, sighing contentedly as he lets the mattress claim him. Karma was aching at the loss of such a pretty cock, but Nagisa's impressive load had left him feeling full enough to not feel empty. He knew he'd have to clean himself up, and the longer he lounged around, the more disgusting it would feel, but his mind was still painted over with fog, and all he wanted to do was share body heat with his boyfriend and doze off.

"You gotta breeding kink or something? You can tell me, I don't judge." Karma teases as he turns to his side, patting the spot next to him. A satisfied smile on his face.

Nagisa didn't have a breeding kink… but he may be a bit attached to the idea of spoiled housewife Karma. One of his guilty fantasies. Of course, a part of being with a bratty housewife is keeping them pleased in bed, and Nagisa was very proud to see such a content smile on Karma's face.

"It's not a breeding kink, Karma…"

Karma would definitely be sore in a few minutes when the adrenaline wears off. Nagisa would make sure to take extra good care of him as an apology for being too rough!

"No need to be shy, I'd love you either way, no matter how embarrassing your kinks! Now come over here, I wanna cuddle!"

Nagisa was more than happy to comply.

Nagisa crawls over, or is in the middle of that, before his hand lands on something crinkly.

Nagisa picks it up and flips it over. It takes him a second to realize what he's looking at.

"Karma! We forgot to use a condom!"

"Huh?" Karma groans and looks at the condom. He sits up and takes it out of Nagisa's hand before flinging it across the room.

"Karma!"

"We didn't need it…"

"It's good to practice safe sex…" Nagisa mumbles, crawling into Karma's arms.

"Trust me, my sex life has been very safe. The only person's cum I wanted to taste was yours." Karma smirked, knowing Nagisa would flush red at that.

"Is there no better way to put that…?"

"Nope!" Karma drops to the bed, lying on his side instead of his back. Nagisa follows him. "Just like how the only dick I wanted to feel inside me was yours." Karma purrs out in that low tone that always spurs the fire inside of Nagisa. Nagisa cuddles close to Karma, who starts kissing his sweaty forehead, whispering and cooing compliments of how good it was and how much he loves Nagisa.

Honestly, Nagisa didn't know what Karma expected when the bluenette was fully erect within 5 minutes.

"So… round two?" Nagisa asks, already lazily rubbing circles into Karma's hip

"…" Karma just looks at him with tired eyes for a beat. "You've got lube and a right hand. Use them." He waves vapidly at the bathroom door, turning over to face away from his lover.

"Karma… don't be like that…"

"Like what?"

"Like you're mad at me…"

"Mmm…"

"What if we… just cuddle and don't acknowledge it?"

"…" Karma peeks over at him before rolling back over. "Fine."

Nagisa preens, slipping back into Karma's warm arms.

They tried to ignore Nagisa's problem… They really did… but somehow Nagisa ended up inside Karma again… and again… and again— really just all night.

Thank the gods it was a Friday.