[Warning -sexual assault and violence.]
Kai felt betrayed by his mother. She had invited the one person in the world he actually could claim to hate.
It was true Keiko had no idea about all the things Makoto had done to him, but at the same time, he didn't understand why she hadn't told him he was going to show up on Thanksgiving.
If he had known, the situation he was in could have been avoided.
Makoto pressed his hips forward, grinding his hardness against Kai.
"No," Kai gasped. "W-Why? Stop doing this. It's wrong."
"Shh," Makoto hushed, as he placed a finger against Kai's lips.
"No," Kai whispered.
"Kai," Makoto cooed, his hips slowly grinding against Kai's.
"Makoto," Kai moaned. "S-Stop it. I hated this."
"Don't deny it," Makoto purred. "If you hated it, it wouldn't make you feel good."
"I can't," Kai said, his voice a soft whimper.
"You want it," Makoto purred.
"It's wrong," Kai murmured.