Chapter 15: Self Valentine's

Tamaya smiles at Kisho saying, "Your birthday, good call." She looks up at him as they hear the click of the drawer. "Let's see what fun they have in store for us this time." She tries to sound chipper.

Kisho walks over towards the drawer. He tries to give her an encouraging smile as he glances down in the drawer. Looking confused he pulls out a small birthday cake. "Cake?" his tummy rumbles realizing, "Well this isn't too bad. Do you want some Maya?" He takes the fork provided and offers a bite to her. They barely notice the other pair's areas turn opaque.

Her stomach sounds too as she gratefully takes the offered bite. "Mmn tastes just like the birthday cake I make you. Red velvet!" That's when she notices the design on top of the cake. The numbers 18 stuck up with the words "Happy 18th B-day Kis Sorry" written on top with little hearts around it.

Kisho takes the next bite as he looks down at the cake, "How..how do they know?"

"Social media maybe? Though why your eighteenth birthday cake is a little bit of an odd choice." She responds before taking the next offered bite trying to hold back her fear at the knowledge their observers possess. "I mean I'm pretty sure they can piece together your birthday is valentine's day just from your ID. I'm not great with privacy on my online accounts. I might have taken a picture of the cake I made you years ago." Tamaya notices there are no instructions yet and decides not to mention it just enjoying sharing the cake with Kisho.

As they get to the bottom they see why there weren't instructions given earlier. "Enjoyed the cake? Show her how that specific evening ended." Kisho looks confused as the drawer clicks again, "Wha? What does that mean?" He goes to place the fork and plate back in the drawer. It's then he sees what awaits him there. His face goes pale. Slowly he puts the plate away with a shaky hand. He picks up the other two objects but keeps them out of his best friend's view. He hears the drawer close as he mutters to himself, "Why? She doesn't want this." 

Tamaya can feel her restraints loosen a little as she slowly sits up. She sees Kisho's face and movements stagger. "What did they give you?" she looks confused trying to figure out what the plate message meant. He quickly moves the two items behind his back. "I-I don't want to do this." he shakes his head touching her wrist restraint with his free hand. He doesn't want to shock her by resisting his orders. Looking out to the blank walls he feels his eyes start to well up as he says, "Please, don't make her watch… don't hurt her." She isn't shocked yet as the words on the plate appear on the walls for him. The words 'show her' are bolded. He looks back at her with worry saying gently, "I don't know if I can… I can't do that.. I'm sorry Maya…"

She quickly takes his hand and feels her own fears wash away as she tries to comfort him, "I'm sorry about your eighteenth birthday. I should have kept up our tradition Kis. I should never have gone on that date. We always spent that day together. I'm sure I hurt our friendship by leaving with John." She sighs frustrated at herself as she thinks back, "The date was terrible anyways. He thought he was going to get an easy Valentine's Day lay. It was humiliating. I wanted to run right back to you...but I left you. I'm sorry Kisho."

They both think back on that night realizing they never talked about what happened. It was the first time Tamaya put another boy before him. They avoided each other for the rest of their senior year. It wasn't until getting into the same four year college that they reconnected. The two never spoke of the time wasted or the whys of it all. She pulls his chin up and looks into his tearful eyes bringing her other hand to caress his hair saying carefully, "Tell me what happened Kis. It's alright. I should know, it won't hurt what we have right here and now."

He nods a little defeated as he glances away from her beautiful deep hazel eyes, "I-I cried. I screamed. I went to my room and cursed God that I missed my chance." She looks curious but he doesn't give her pause to interrupt, "I grabbed this," he pulls out one of the items he was hiding showing a picture he took of her smiling at the camera wearing a swimsuit on one of the beach trips they went on with their families together. It's then he brings out a bottle of vaseline as his face goes red as he pauses, searching for the right words, "and I tried to jerk away my sorrows." He sees the prompt on the walls bold the words show again, clearly impatient. "I'm so sorry! I know it's disrespectful! I just-"

She places a finger at his lips stopping him as she asks, "Missed chance?"

"Y-Yes. I um… I was gonna ask you waay ahead of time to prom." He shrugs quickly trying to move on from it, "But you would have said we were better as friends anyways so it worked out for the best. You leaving saved both of us from an awkward evening."

Her eyes get wide as she quickly grabs his head and pulls his lips close, kissing him. There is a moment of stillness from Kisho before he gives in. He can't help but enjoy the feel of her soft lips against his. Faster than expected he feels her tongue lick against his lips causing his blood to boil. It's only the jolt from her restraints that course through to his lips that cause them to part. The words on the walls now jitter. She shouts out to the walls, "Let me fucking have this!"

Kisho looks shocked and can't hide the stupid smile on his face before realizing why the kiss is a little more electric. Quickly he touches her wrist restraints as he says to the words on the walls, "Give her a break. Let me take her place and I'll do what you ask and more!"

In an instant the restraints move from Tamaya to Kisho. They move his body to the center as they use his body to push hers aside. "What are you doing?!" She asks with worry before Kisho gains some of his allowed mobility back.

"I can't let you keep getting hurt. Besides I can take whatever humiliation they have to offer." He turns a bit red as he grabs the vaseline and the photo. He wants another kiss but sees the almost angry words trying to rush him. "I'm sorry about this but they want you to look. Maya just focus on my face or my feet or whatever if that makes this easier." He gazes at the photo as he shyly unzips his pants revealing his tighty whities. His other hand comes down to gently rub himself there as he tries his best not to think about Maya gazing at him and focuses on the image, the feeling of her lips against his.

She notices the words calm a little as she tries her best to respect Kisho's modesty and looks at his face but even that is more intimate than she expects. Her own body feels heat rush through at the smallest sounds from his actions. She hears him open the bottle, the shifting of his underwear, the sound of his hand stroking himself slowly, carefully, deliberately. It's then she catches some words behind Kisho before her eyes follow instructions.

He tries to glance at the photo but can feel her gaze. It doesn't take long for him to notice her eyes wander towards the action. Shivering he sees words behind her telling him those weren't the sounds he makes when alone. He lets a curse word slip before he tosses the picture aside and closes his eyes. "Mmn Maya…" he lets her name roll off his tongue as he uses both hands to stroke himself realizing he has to close himself off to the situation he's in, "You're lips.. Maya… god I love you…. Uugh let me," he pants harder, "Let me love you…"

Tamaya can't believe what she is seeing. Kisho uncoiled with desperation in his voice. The words roll off his tongue. This isn't just a reenactment. This is a ritual for him. Never in a million years did she think this is how she'd hear Kenshin Kisho Hisaiume admit he loves or at least wants to fuck her. It's then she sees the words change on all the walls as she feels the bed she's sitting on grow again in width to a double leaving Kisho's form on one side.

Kisho feels a sudden shock that stops him right near his edge. "Aah!" He opens his eyes as his hands quickly stop. The first thing he sees is Tamaya then hears the sound of her zipper before her hand moves discreetly down. "What are you…." That's when he sees the text on the walls and reads it, "Show him how that night ended for you Maya?" He looks confused then realizes the bed has changed sizes.

"Kisho… ooh yes...right there." Her eyes close as she rubs her mound gently. A hand already under her panties as the other snakes up underneath her shirt towards her breasts. "Yes please fuck me Kis…"

Without realizing it Kisho's hands move on his throbbing cock as he can't help but stare in wonder. He feels a moan escapes his lips realizing what he's doing.  His hands stop as shame washes over him. Quickly his eyes look away though the image of her is already burned in his mind. Kisho's body gets a minor jolt from his restraints. He realizes looking away wasn't going to be allowed. His eyes come back to her form. He can see her thighs quiver as she moves faster muttering his name on her breath moaning out, "Kisho...please…"

It's then the words behind her change and he freezes for a moment. He didn't realize the favor would include her but should have known better. "Maya…let me touch you?" he nervously whispers hoping she wouldn't hear his little whine of desperation.

"Yes please Kisho…" she lets her eyes half open wondering if she actually heard the question. It's then she feels him move towards her and gently place his hands next to hers as he asks, "Teach me?" She lets her hands move over his as she guides him. She gives his neck a gentle kiss before she whispers sadly in his ear hoping only he can hear, "Did they ask?"

He can't lie to her as he nods his head whispering back, "They only ask what I dared to dream. They just missed the details, you in a white dress." He lets his hands rub her clit over her panties as his hands grasp at her breast wishing the situation were real. After tonight he doesn't know how he'll ever look her in the eyes again. "I-I'm sorry."

Her body shivers and moves against his handiwork wanting more. She decides to try and lighten the mood whispering back to him, "You're still pure Kis. God doesn't count hand stuff."

He can't help but let out a little dark chuckle as he whispers, "Oh thank goodness…" Kisho gives her another kiss while her lips are close enough. Being a devout Christian didn't make this situation any easier. He tries to push away his guilt realizing Tamaya's safety, her comfort, her pleasure is more important right now than his moral code. Quickly his tongue comes out to meet hers as his hand keeps rubbing her mound starting to feel how dripping wet this situation has made her. He lets two fingers rub up and down the folds of her lips creating a wet crease, though he dares not penetrate her in any way. His thumb rubs at that sweet spot just above wondering how it would feel if the cloth didn't separate them. His other hand leaves her breast traveling down her back holding her close as he gets a handful of that ass he has starred at over the long years.

She lets out a gasp and moans, writhing at his actions as she pulls away from his lips having to catch her breath. Her hands leave her form as they cling to him trying to catch herself as her body can't take anymore. Reaching her height she feels all of her quiver as groans of desire flow out of her mouth trying to form his name. Of course Kisho doesn't realize exactly what's happening and keeps working his fingers over her. Maya manages to ride the sensations a little longer before she moves her hips away from him whimpering. She brings a hand over to pull his hand away gently, "Oooh down boy…." she manages to pant out as she lays back on her side of the bed.

Kisho is quick to back away as he apologizes. That's when her eyes fall upon the state she's left him in. Her hands reach out for him, but he backs his hips away and tries to cover himself a little with his jacket. "It's alright. I-I'm fine." he says nervously, "The favor they asked was for me to take care of you."

"Let me return the favor." She says looking rather insistent. It's then the words change back to the first prompt for Kisho.

"How my night ended was not with you. I mean in my mind, maybe a little." He blushes as he brings his hands back to himself. "Pretty sure they want me to humiliate myself." He closes his eyes and lets his moans flow out. He can smell her scent as his mind takes in her aroused scent in the air. His two fingers and thumb, a little damp from her juices, is now spread onto his dick. It only takes a thrust or two more before he groans out her name. His seed shoots out from him. He can feel her eyes on him as he unwraps the scarf around him trying to clean himself and the bed up. The high leaves him as reality starts to come back down on him as he tucks his member back into his pants zipping them back up. "I-I'm sorry Maya." He can feel the restraints begin to pull him back down as he lets out a sigh of relief at this task coming to an end.

She sees the instructions to return the items. Picking them up she gently places them into the drawer as the bed shrinks back down to size. "Don't be." she brushes some of the hair out of his face and straightens his glasses, "No one has ever made me feel as wonderful as you do." She can already feel his shame spiral picking up but knows they are going to be snapped back into another choice before she can talk him down.