A Night on the Ice [Closed]

"Okay, okay, I get it, I get it! I'll leave them alone!" The man shook in his shoes as he got to his feet, sprinting in the opposite direction of the dark-haired male who was simply staring him down. "Bah. Worthless." He sighed softly, turning around and leaving the pair of young women behind, who also appeared to be scared out of their wits. They looked up at him with worried eyes and shaking hands before asking, "Will you accept our thanks?" He sighed softly, turning around and placing his hands in his pockets, "Justice was served. That man was sent away--you are both safe. That is all the thanks I need." His expression was cool and calm as he turned away once more, slowly wandering through the streets and looking around to see where he was at the moment--he had merely been wandering when he'd come across a man harassing a pair of young women. He was larger than them by a fair margin, and seemed to only have one thing on his mind. Hayate had shown him exactly what happened to people who didn't let other people live their lives from day-to-day. He simply showed him the same pain that he was planning to show them--if a little bit less sexual, and a lot more painful. Satisfied with his work, he had left the girls behind and started to wander some more. It appeared that by simply wandering, he could find injustices and right them--the Sugiura had certainly come into his own in situations like that one.

As he continued walking, he started to find himself approaching a small shopping centre--he'd heard about this one by simply being in the area. It wasn't very large, nor was it very fancy. However, for some reason, this place had a particularly opulent jewellery store that seemed to bring in some of the richer clientèle of the area. He decided that he was going to watch over this place for a while, in case somebody decided that they were going to make this place their own. He sighed to himself and walked into the store, looking over the displays with a practised eye. He was interrupted by the voice of the lady looking after the store. He looked up and was greeted with a youthful face and eyes that were looking in... places. "Are you here... looking for something for a lady?" Hayate shook his head, "I am single." Her eyes turned hungry and she licked her lips slowly, "Isn't that convenient? I am too." Hayate laughed nervously and nodded slightly, turning his attention back to the displays. She wasn't his type. Looked like she'd sleep with anyone just to get a few bucks out of them

An arm wrapped around his body, and he felt his entire form stiffen. He resisted the urge to turn and kindly yet firmly ask her to get the fuck away from him, but instead ignored her presence and looked down at the jewellery. Another presence made itself known, gripping the woman's wrist and pulling her arm away from his body. He blinked and turned ever-so-slightly, hearing a confidently sultry voice speak to the woman, "I respect your confidence, but placing your hands on a man without permission only tells him how much of a whore you are." He turned the rest of the way and placed his hands on his hips, watching this situation play out. He wasn't going to get into this--if there was one thing his father had ever taught him, it was that you never got between two women that were fighting. Women didn't fight fair--hair would get ripped out, and everything would just go to shit quickly. Instead, he would watch and wait this bullshit out. "Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?" Came the reply, and Hayate snickered to himself, "The point here is, keep your disgusting hands off of people unless they've given you permission to do so. He turned away from you for a reason; it was not an invitation for you to invade his personal space. So you have two choices here, okay? You can turn your ass around and continue shopping, or you can deal with them." He had to give it to this newcomer--she knew what she was talking about. Considering that the bitch who had tried it on with him had actually come out from behind the counter to give it to him, he almost wanted to just slap her then and there--but once more, one did not get between two women that were fighting.

"Bitch." Oh, he most certainly heard that. He chuckled softly, just as the newcomer giggled to herself--apparently, that was enough to incite a swinging punch from the whore who was trying it on. It could've hit, except for the fact that this woman stepped back and into him. He held up his hands and caught her shoulders in order to stop her from going too far back, watching the whore swing and miss. She fell forwards, into the glass case and broke it to pieces, laying there covered in a bit of blood and screaming bloody murder. Hayate noted that the figure that backed into him was damn nice--he was a paragon of justice, not a sexless moron. "Are you alright?" He tilted his head to the side as she stepped off of him. Apparently, she was even showing concern. Merciful and everything, huh? He smiled to himself and lowered his gaze to take a quick peek at her ass--that dress flaunted her figure amazingly--before looking back up and watching security drag the now-cuffed assailant out of the shop. He sighed lightly, before watching this woman turn towards him. She seemed like she was going to speak, but then stopped for a moment, looking up and down his body and blushing a little. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly. "Well... Good luck with your shopping." He almost waved her off, but changed his mind--"Hey," He began, holding up a hand for her, "Thanks. Seeing as I don't have to spend any money on this place anymore, I think I'd like to take you out to dinner," He grinned lightly at her, looking her right in the eyes, "If you'd like it, obviously." No need for strings to be attached, and he'd pay for it himself. He just felt the need to spend a bit more time with this fine as fuck woman. See where things went, and all that.

Now, if only he could've known who her brother was.

When she turned back around, he noticed quite simply her eyes looking him up and down again. She seemed, at the very least, attracted to him--something which he certainly didn't attempt to hide himself. He stepped forwards as she attempted to answer, "Are you asking me out on a date?" He replied with the simple and clean, "If you'd like it, obviously." At that response, she smiled. Oh, he got a smile. Wasn't that good? He chuckled and took another step forwards, just as something happened. "I guess I can let you repay me with a little din- Ahh!" A man suddenly appeared, attempting to yank Eira's purse from her hands. He growled and stepped forwards in a rush, realizing just quickly enough that the thief had managed to force her to let go. Almost ready to pursue the thief, his eye was immediately caught by the woman falling back into the street. "No!" Well, no point in being subtle--Hayate quickly stepped forwards using the Sugiura's own version of Shunpo, wrapped his arms around the falling woman and stepped to the other side of the street, landing on one knee and holding her up with a smirk. "I should've introduced myself. My name is Hayate." He grinned at her, let her get back to her feet and then vanished again, stepping across the street and tackling the thief down to the ground. "Sorry, my friend. You shouldn't steal from beautiful women." He winked at the man, took the bag and jumped back across the road, appearing in front of her again, kneeling down and handing the bag back to the woman. "So, may I have your name?"

"You... are cute." He twitched slightly at being referred to as cute, but shrugged it off and instead simply glanced past her cleavage (sneaking a quick look because dayum) and looking back up at her face with a smirk, getting completely to his feet and meeting eyes with her. "I prefer the term suave, myself." He chuckled softly as she leaned in to kiss his cheek. Well, wasn't that a startling turn of events? He kept his composure and watched her movements--she had a certain sultry motion that he couldn't seem to avoid looking at. It was as if every single motion of hers was in an attempt to show off her best angles. He liked that. Confidence was sexy as hell, and the fact that her body was divine certainly helped her case.  "If you want to take me out... Pick me up in the lounge of the White Suave Hotel on Sixth Street." He grinned at her as she started to walk away, "And be warned... I am a high maintenance woman... I know what I want and how I want it. I don't play games. I am no tease, no whore, so don't expect shit from me, if that is what you're after. If you can't handle that, tell me now, and I'll make different plans for tonight, got it?" She was probably expecting some kind of 'yes ma'am,' from a man who was only in it for her body. Frankly, he couldn't give a damn about what she thought in that regard, since he could pick up any two-dollar whore off of the street if he just wanted a good time.

"Just know that I'm a man who values the simple things in life as well as the fun things. Don't be shocked if I'm more interested in a coffee by the fire than a romp in the sheets. You may be a princess, but I'm not just going to treat you delicately. If you want something, be sure to come and get it." He laughed to himself and turned away, "I'll see you at nine-thirty." He stopped before he continued and turned back to her, "Oh, and dress warmly. Probably not in your fanciest clothing, either."

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The hours came and left, and he found himself standing in the lobby of the White Suave Hotel, supposedly placed on Sixth Street. The place itself had not been difficult to find. He had changed his clothing sufficiently, stepping into the lobby in clothing that really did not scream fancy. Despite this, he walked into the room exuding as much confidence as he could. He saw it as a necessity to change, especially considering what he had planned. Other than that, he was as immaculate as could be--he had a vehicle waiting outside, too. He stood in the lobby and looked up at the clock, noting that he was a good five minutes early. Taking a seat in the waiting area, he leaned back and pulled up a newspaper, reading through it to check on current events. It also kept him rather well-hidden from those with less-than-innocent desires. She'd notice him, he was sure. If she bothered to come down, that is.

He closed one eye, keeping the other on the time. Five minutes late, it seemed. He would wait about ten minutes more, before deciding whether or not he was being stood up here. He wouldn't have minded if he was stood up, but it would've certainly been a bit of a waste. He chuckled to himself as he considered the plans for that night, before turning a page and seeing an incoming figure. She was dressed rather modestly compared to how she'd been dressed--that was good, he didn't want her exposed to the elements like this. It would be rather bad for her skin, and probably ruin the night for the two of them. He didn't make it obvious that he'd noticed, instead going back to reading his paper while she continued her approach. He didn't even flinch when he felt the hand touch on his shoulder, a sultry voice whispering into his ear, "I have never had someone tell me to dress warmly when going out on a date." He smirked, turning slightly at her and watching her face for anything. When he did so, she let go and stepped backwards from him. He turned back to the paper and closed it up, folding it and placing it back on the table, standing up. "I am curious as to what you have in store for me." He chuckled softly, turning around and finally showing his full outfit off. He wasn't exactly dressed for some hot fancy date either, and she'd notice that immediately. Rather than saying anything outright, he would step around the couch and offer her a hand, hoping that she would take it. Whether or not she did, he would lead her out of the lobby and to his waiting vehicle. It wasn't a cheap vehicle, either. Opening the door for her, he let her into her seat and closed the door behind her, before walking around it and getting into the driver's seat. The car growled quietly to life, and Hayate pulled away from the Hotel and into the nightlit streets.

"So," he began, turning slightly towards her and giving her a small smirk, "I was more than willing to take you out to a meal at a fancy restaurant, but then I changed my mind." He chuckled to himself, the car howling as it passed by the last of the shops CBD and getting into the edges of the town, "So I did a bit of research, and found something. Turns out there's this lake just out of town that is permanently frozen, this time of year. I thought it would be nice to check it out. And so I brought something for us to do there." He smiled at her, the car speeding up down the open roads as they started to head out of the main part of the city. They were about ten minutes drive out, with Hayate pulling the car over into a small parking lot. The lot was empty, but there seemed to be lights illuminating the frozen lake. He stopped the car and stepped out, walking around to open the door to let her out as well. When she stepped out, he walked around towards the trunk and popped it open, producing a picnic basket and two pairs of ice skates. "I certainly hope that you want to try skating, Eira." He smiled softly and carried both the basket and skates, closing the trunk and locking the car with his hip, before motioning for her to follow him, giving her his most attractive smirk. "Coming?"

"I've never done it before, but I can give it a try." He looked at her with the smirk, slowly turning into a soft smile--a genuine smile--as he chuckled. "I can carry the basket, you know? You don't have to carry everything." She hurried up to his side, holding out a hand for the basket. If this were any other woman, he might've considered saying no--but in this instance, he felt that it might be a nice idea to give it to her. He handed it over, putting it in her opposite hand and then linking arms with her. "Where are we going to sit?" He shook his head, "There might be tables, but a picnic doesn't suit a table--I brought a blanket for us to sit on. Don't worry; it's waterproofed. We won't get our arses wet here." he laughed quietly, leading her down to the edge of the lake. The lighting around the edge reflected off of the iced-over water, as Hayate found a small space for them to set down their blanket. He nodded at this place and kneeled down, putting the skates off to the side and motioning for the basket to be put down. "There's a thermos in there with some hot coffee, if you want it." He stood up and quickly moved down to the edge of the lake, tapping the ice to test its strength--it seemed to check out.

He turned back to Eira and gave her another smile--one that, while not happy or cheerful, was definitely soft and sincere enough to put warmth through someone's body. He meandered back up to the spot, reaching into the picnic basket and producing the blanket that he had mentioned, spreading it out on the ground and sitting on it, looking at her. "So, do we want to eat first or, He motioned out towards the lake itself, "Do we want to get out on the ice?" No matter her response, he would take the thermos (if she was not using it; if she was using it, he would wait) and a cup, pouring some of the coffee in and sipping it back, letting the warm liquid slide down his throat. "How about ice, food, ice?" Came the response, and he nodded, though she continued, "Something tells me I'll need a break in between." He laughed, "Yes, skating can be quite tiring."

He closed the thermos and put it back into the basket, leaving it ready for later. He would get to his feet and hold out a hand for her to stand up as well--whether or not she took it, he would wait for her to get up, before reaching down to the skates and picking them up also. He lead her down to the edge of the water and sat down, taking off his shoes and handing her the pair of skates. He was pretty certain they'd fit--if not, they seemed adjustable enough that she should be able to get them to. Once he had his pair on, he used a nearby post to get to his feet and slide out onto the ice, wobbling somewhat. Gods, I've only used these a few times before, came his thoughts, but he brushed them off and turned around slowly, holding out a hand to help Eira up once she had them on. He was unsure of her experiences with them, but would do what he could to help her learn them. "May I?"

This seemed to be going well, at this moment. She had been receptive to his moves and his words, and had even tightened her grip on his hand when he had helped her to her feet. She had not let go until they'd reached the edge of the frozen plane, and even then she had only let go so that they could put their skates on. His fit fine, and she seemed satisfied with the fit of hers; "Not a bad guess..." He chuckled to himself in satisfaction and got to his feet, holding out a hand to help her up onto her own. "May I?" She took his hand, "Of course." He smiled to her and slowly lead her out onto the ice, wobbling somewhat but generally staying on his feet. She seemed to struggle at first, tightening her grip and pulling on him. He reached out and held her other shoulder, balancing the two and keeping them both on their feet. "Sorry,sorry,sorry." She seemed sorry--that much was clear. He shook his head, "Think nothing of it. I was unsure of your experience." She finally readjusted herself and stood straight up, though she was sliding a little bit on her place. "So... what do I do now?" He tilted his head.

"First, you need to relax. It'll come much easier if you do so." He smiled at her and held both of her hands, slowly pulling out onto the ice. He was careful and collected, letting her come as she pleased, rather than being forceful. Letting go of one of her hands, he slid around so that he was at her side. "It's not too different from walking, you know. You must simply slide along the ice, letting your body weight carry you forwards," He gave her his best smile, "If you fall, I can help. Don't be scared of falling on your ass." He nodded, continuing onwards with her at his side, making sure she was comfortable enough. Once she seemed to have the hang of it, he let go of her, seeing if she would keep going as she had been.

"Ack! I can't stop!" He looked over at her with an expression that was a mixture of amusement and worry. He certainly didn't want her to have a bad time, but it was interesting and amusing to watch someone perform their first ever attempt at ice skating alone. He wasn't going to laugh out loud, but he was going to watch and then skate over to her and help her out--he wouldn't go too quickly, but he certainly wouldn't dawdle and take his time either. He started to move slowly towards her as she fell onto her ass. She seemed alright, so he'd make his way over there to help her to her feet. "Is everything okay?" He shouted in her direction, as she slowly started to sit up. He saw her eyes widen from there. "No, no, no! Stop!" He stopped, not ten feet away from her as he heard the ice slowly begin to crack beneath her. He saw thin lines begin to spread out underneath her figure, and realized immediately what that meant. Without stopping to think about it, Hayate knelt down and untied the ice skates on both feet, making sure that he'd have a solid footing to get back up. He got down on his knees and began to slowly crawl towards her, holding out a hand for her to take. "C'mon, Eira, c'mon..."

Their fingers brushed together when the ice broke. She dropped from his sight, immediately falling into the freezing water below. Hayate's heart stopped, and all semblance of rational thought left him, the man leaping over where Eira had fallen in and diving into the water himself. The force of the chill pushed most of the remaining air out of his lungs, and his entire body screamed for the want of warmth. He didn't care, simply turning around and swimming underneath her, using a quick burst of spiritual energy to get himself beneath the sinking body. She was just a stranger. She was someone he'd met earlier that day--why would he go to such lengths to save her? Those questions permeated his mind as it slowly started to be starved of oxygen. He wanted to open his mouth and take in a large gulp of air--he had not expected to be so exhausted from a mere few seconds of swimming. He lapped up underneath her and took her in his arms, using more Reishi to press forwards and swim upwards, leaping out of the water and landing on a few safe platforms to keep himself in the air. He shivered and shook, dashing across the air above the ice and taking Eira over to the blanket that he had laid out. His first option was to remove his own shirt, making sure that he wasn't going to succumb to the cold before she did. He then took in a deep breath, "Sorry, Eira," before politely removing the clothing on her torso. He wrapped the coffee thermos in a small towel and began moving it up and down her bare flesh, trying to do so with as much dignity for her as possible. He needed to warm her torso, then he'd begin working on her limbs. Even in a situation like this, he saw that her body was absolutely amazing. A light red touched on his cheeks--but it wasn't from blushing. His head began to feel light, but he continued to help her first.

His heart was beating quickly, and he felt the chill already getting to him. Biting his bottom lip, he continued to try to warm Eira up on the spot, when her eyes flickered slightly open. "Hayate... The car... heater..." She pointed towards the car and he nodded, sliding his arms underneath her cold and shivering skin, picking her up and pulling her against him. He made sure that as much of their skin was touching as possible as he held her, carrying her quickly to the vehicle and leaving the food behind them. He opened the back door and sat her down, "Take your pants off if you can," was his advice as he stepped around the front and turned on the car and the heater. As it warmed up, he quickly slid around to the back and pulled the trunk open, searching through it as he shivered. He picked out his spare blanket and closed the trunk after it. He stepped around the back of the car, opening the other rear door and flicking the blanket open. He put it over her as he leaned in and then chuckled ironically, "Never had a girl naked in my car after the first date," He was laughing softly at the idea, and then stumbled slightly. "Looks like I need to get warm too..." Reaching down, he unhooked his pants and slipped his legs out of them. His underwear stayed on for now, as he slipped into the vehicle, closing the door behind him.

He pulled the blanket over himself and put it over Eira's body as well. "Here, let's warm up as quickly as we can." He nodded and pressed his side up against hers, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around them. He made sure that it was up around their necks, so that their whole bodies were covered. "Well, this wasn't how I saw this night going," he laughed quietly, "But I'm just glad that you look like you'll be alright. I swear, this isn't how dates with me normally go." He gave her his best and most reassuring smile, and hoped that she'd warm up--both to him, and to health once more.

"Your underwear is going to keep your core cold... Take it off." He stopped and looked over at her sheepishly, before sighing and complying. Generally speaking, he wasn't used to getting this cold, so he never actually knew how to deal with it. He just knew that he had to get clothes off of the cold person and to warm them up slowly. Apparently, that meant all of the clothing, who knew? His sodden underwear was casually thrown out the car door as he stepped in and sidled up to her. He commented on naked girls in his car, and received an amused tone in reply, "Never been in the arms of a man without having my brother check them out first..." He chuckled softly as her head touched against his shoulder. "You're not exactly in my arms right now, you know. There's still a chance." He attempted to reassure her about his dates never usually ending up with both of them shivering and wet underneath a blanket in the back seat of a car, but apparently all he got in return was a kiss on the cheek and a smile.

"Most of your dates aren't shown such a fantastic time?" Was she being sarcastic? He replayed that in his head, and no she wasn't. He mumbled something under his breath along the lines of, "Most of the women I take on dates aren't you.", while watching her with a quiet fascination. "Yes, believe it or not, I am having a good time. I figured something crazy would happen tonight, I don't know why." She nuzzled into his neck and he felt himself warming up a bit more from all of this. "Usually I'm just taken on a fancy dinner because it's easy. I don't ever get men who think outside of the box. At my age, the repeated dinner and a nice restaurant gets a little old, so thank you." He chuckled softly, "Frankly, any other woman would've gotten a dinner. You caught my attention, which is a difficult thing to do in this day and age. At my age, when you've seen one, you've seen'em all... or so I thought until this afternoon." He turned and gave her a small, if confident, smile. "And I hope you don't mind, but I am about to steal a kiss."

"Uh, I--" His protests (not that there were any) were interrupted by her lips pressing up against his. He felt the warmth of her breath leaving her nose and felt her body turn to press up against his. Unsure of where this was going, Hayate played it safe--when she wrapped her arms around him, he did so as well. When she gave a little tongue, he gave it as well. As much as his body was screaming at him to fulfil his natural desires (and oh my god was he desiring her right now) he needed to play it cool. This girl was worth the wait, he was sure. And so, he simply continued to hold the kiss, though one of his hands moved up to her head and started running fingers through her hair, pulling her face in closer to his.

This night had most certainly taken a turn for the different. Generally, Hayate avoided situations like this on the first date; something like this was enough to change things between two people, and most of the time he didn't want that. Even when the desire started to push itself up inside of him, he always held it back enough to see where it'd go, and the word 'no' tended to cross his lips here. As Eira slid one of her legs over his and began to straddle his thighs beneath the blanket, he could already feel a soft wetness pressing up against one of his thighs. His eyes met with hers for a moment before they kissed again, her fingers laced through his hair. Her lips moved away from his and he let escape a quiet whine, as her kisses continued down the side of his neck. He shivered as she reached a sensitive place, before moving her lips up his neck again to meet with his lips once more. "Do you want me?" There it was. That question could change everything; Hayate knew that all-too-well. He should have said no. It might have made things awkward, but it saved face in the long run. His mind was telling him no, every step of the way, and yet...

"So fucking much." His hips had moved up, his tip pressing against her dripping mouth. He felt the warmth threaten to envelop him from the outside, attempting to suck him in, threatening pleasure beyond all belief--and he knew that it would be true. His response brought out a smile from the woman, who leaned in to kiss him seductively once more, pressing against his lips with her tongue, begging for entrance. He allowed her in, and their tongues wrestled together for a few brief seconds and eliciting a soft and low moan from Eira's throat. She set her hands on his shoulders, running her fingers down his bare arms with a spidery touch towards his wrists. They were taken up by her, the kiss broken, Eira leaning back. For the first time, Hayate got to see Eira in her full beauty--and he was certain that his breath left his body when he did so. Though the pale moonlight barely illuminated the interior of his vehicle, it was enough. Her soft, white flesh was almost flawless. Large breasts shimmered in the light, covered with a thin layer of sweat. Looking down, he could see where they touched; a hairless entrance into a warm honeypot. His hands were moved to cover the breasts, and Hayate found himself grabbing at them loosely, melding them with his fingers.

"I'm not going to do all the work." He grinned, "It would be ungentlemanly of me to let you," closing an eye when her fingertips danced against his shaft, guiding him upwards. He felt her wetness brush up against him, Eira moving her hips across the tip to stimulate him. He shivered a couple of times at the feeling, biting his bottom lip. She closed her eyes, lowering her beautiful figure down onto him, the tip of his penis spreading her slightly as he entered. Warmth immediately overcame him, and he closed his own eyes too, to imagine what the rest of her would feel like--not that he would have to imagine for much longer. His breathing was heavy but even, and opening his eyes again showed him a beautiful sight. A soft redness was on Eira's cheeks, and she made soft moans every time he broke in just a little more. "So take me..."

It was as if a switch went off inside of Hayate's mind. Had it not been made up before, it was now in no position to change. His hands moved away from her breasts, sliding around her body and to her back, running long strides up and down her spine. He pulled her in close to his own body and pressed his lips up against hers with both passion and power, holding the kiss for several seconds. He moved away from the kiss, leaving an invisible trail of saliva between their mouths, before moving in and pressing his lips up against the side of her neck. One of his hands ran up her back and into her hair, his fingers threading between the strands. His kisses moved from her neck upwards, tracing the side of her jaw, up her cheek, and to her ear. His teeth lightly nibbled against her earlobe, and he whispered sweet nothings into her ear as his other hand crawled up to her shoulder. "As you wish, my dear." Hayate grinned, and then he would then pull her down.

All of a sudden, warmth enveloped his manhood. A loud moan escaped into the car, drowning out even the warm hum of the heater. He had pulled her down roughly, and then slowly started to move his hips. At first, the rhythm was slow, teasing even. He would keep this up, biting away at her earlobe and listening to her sweet voice echo through the small space. His head was close to the roof, but it was enough that he'd be able to bounce. Several seconds into it, he pulled off of her earlobe and back to her lips, silencing her remaining moans with a passionate kiss. Her breasts rubbed up against his chest, and he felt wetness escape her and leak onto his legs with every thrust, his movements very slowly gathering pace between the two. He breathed in, taking in her scent, her touch, her taste. Every one of his senses was being stimulated, and he loved it.

There was such a thing as slowly letting yourself get into the groove, and Hayate--who had been dry for quite some time now--had yet to completely get back into it. He was keeping himself moving at a decent pace, rather than trying to fuck Eira into oblivion. Her moans kept him going, but it was clear from the motion of her hips that she wanted more. Her waist shook and she tried to move, though he noticed that she was being kept back by the limitations of their space. The motion stopped briefly, and for that short time, Hayate's body merely shook in the cool air of the car. His eyes stared blankly into hers as she spoke to him, "Lay back a bit." He raised an eyebrow and turned his body, feeling the change from the warm leather that had been against his back, to the cool leather of the seat below. He looked up at her, watching her hand lightly press down onto his chest for a moment, before pushing him completely down. He made a soft noises, but didn't otherwise react to that. He was still inside of her, his dick churning around a little bit inside of her warmth. One knee slid down to his side, while her other leg straddled from the other side. The woman continued to move around on him, stimulating his tip with every small motion. One of her hands touched against the top of the roof, while the one on his chest moved away and held onto the back of the seat she was astride. She smiled down at him with a challenging expression in those eyes, and Hayate could do naught but grin back at her. As if that were enough of an answer, Eira's hips began to move again.

Wet noises echoed inside the vehicle, Eira sliding herself down to the hilt. Hayate made noises as she slapped against his body, but her sounds were louder--her sounds were intoxicating. Her folds wrapped around his dick, squeezing it for every possible drop. Hayate refused to give in himself, moving his hips in return as if fighting back against her assaults. Her moans grew in noise and beauty, "Oh god, yes." He bit his bottom lip, Eira leaning in towards him. He could feel her breath against his face as she approached close enough to kiss, aggressively forcing their lips together. Hayate refused to allow her to leave of her own accord, pulling up with her for a moment to hold the kiss for but a mote longer. His hands trailed down her sides, finding firm grips on her hips and moving around to her backside, gripping the flesh of her ass as a handhold to keep her moving. Her fingers slid through his hair and held on tightly, Eira leaning into his ear and whispering to him, "You like that?" and repeating her moans with each powerful thrust.

He could only grin at her, sliding one of his hands up her spine and lacing into her hair, gripping tightly--tighter than he had done so before--before leaning into her ear and biting her earlobe again, "You're a fucking Goddess, and I'm going to make you scream." He let go of her hair and ass, and slowed down the motions, trying to resume something of a teasing rhythm. He could feel her hips trying to start up again, but he held onto her and rolled. It was difficult--why would it not be in such a confined space--but Hayate managed it, putting Eira down onto her back and staring down at her with a bestial hunger in his eyes. He held one of her legs up, hooking it over his shoulder, while reaching out and lacing his other hand through hers. He took her in for a moment, simply staring at her and studying her features--the curves of her figure were reflected in the soft and pale moonlight. He could see the goosebumps rising up from her flesh in strange detail. Their breathing was heavy, and the pair released a soft white mist into the air, even with the warmth of the heater going. He grinned at her, and started to move his hips again.

He moved at a pace that he had not been able to while she was on top of him. His hips moved at a strong speed, and his cock slid in and out of her honeypot, pushing right up to the hilt with every stroke. His hand left hers and moved down her stomach, tracing shapes as he did so--his fingers eventually reached her clit and began to trace further. Circles and squares were traced around the small pink nub, until eventually Hayate's hands began to mindlessly rub the sensitive tip. His hips and hand moved in unison, and he eventually let go of the leg up on his shoulder to be able to lean forwards, planting a hungry kiss on her lips. His tongue forced itself into her mouth, wrestling with hers in an erotic dance, as his hips continued to thrust into her deepest parts. The kiss was broken and Hayate grinned wildly at her, licking up her neck to her ear once more, "Scream for me, Eira."

She was enjoying herself; this Hayate could tell. His motions were rough and sloppy, pressing himself as deeply into her warmth as he possibly could. As his fingers slid along her clit he watched her back arch up underneath him, and he leaned in to begin teasing her further. His movements kept up their fervent pace, and his fingers flicked and pulled on her swollen nub. They kissed passionately, and when Hayate pulled away, Eira did not seem to want to follow. She continued to moan and squirm beneath him, her hips pressing back against his. He finally reached her ear, and whispered the words into her ear that he hoped would set her off. "Scream for me, Eira." He grinned at her, hitting her deepest parts with the tip of his dick, eliciting further moans and whines from the woman. She refused, biting her bottom lip to stem the noises rising up from within her. "Mm..." He chuckled throatily and bit her earlobe further, whispering again--with a slightly more commanding tone--"Scream for me." He almost started to slow his pushes into her, but quickly started them up again, using the change in pace to see if he could elicit further noises from this woman. He huffed quietly in frustration as she clammed up further, but decided that he could do so once more. He pulled away from her ear and placed the tip of his nose against hers, locking eyes with her, feeling her labored breaths blow against his lips. "Scream for me." One of his arms slid underneath her to hold on, while the other hand continued to play with her clit.

Another switch went off, but this time Hayate could see it in Eira's mind. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her mouth opened up wide as she screamed in sweet pleasure. "Oh god, Hayate!" A victorious grin crossed his lips as Eira's arms wrapped around his shoulders, and her legs locked his hips in place. He lost the length that he could push down into her, but in exchange... he felt her hips shake wildly beneath him. "Hayate, Hayate, Hayate!" He was certain he could feel his tip hitting her entrance, that was how deep within her he could feel himself. He continued to mindlessly fuck her, feeling her walls tighten up around his shaft, squeezing it for all of its milk. A warmth started to build up inside of his crotch, but he willed it to stay behind for just a little bit longer. He would make her come first. His thrusts were hard and powerful, and while her screams echoed through the small car, Hayate started to bite at her neck and then at her ear once more, using his other hand to weave through her hair and grip the locks tightly, holding her in place as he continued to madly fuck this amazing, wonderful woman. His face was drenched in sweat, and his body shook, almost ready to give up, but he would not yield. "Fuck... fuck me, Eira, I'm gonna make you come before I do." He grit his teeth, still trying to hold himself back from releasing within her.