A Night on the Ice [Closed]

"Y-You sure about that?" Her voice was cocky, but Hayate could sense the edge breaking. She was reaching the edge of her limits, but Hayate knew that his own was not long for this himself. His fervent thrusts continued to press deeply into her body, as her legs tightened around his waist. Hayate fucking loved that feeling, their bodies touching at many different points, in their own self-same rhythm. She couldn't seem to hold back her moans anymore, and each moan simply increased the pleasure that Hayate felt. She was feeling so much of it, and he just wanted her to feel more. He had to give her what she deserved. His fingers ran further through her hair, and his other hand continued to play with the little nib down below. "Mmm! Don't stop, don't stop." Her pussy tightened completely around him, and he found it almost impossible to move without waves of pleasure streaming down his shaft. He bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes, no longer speaking, focusing absolutely on pushing up inside of her. Her face pressed into his neck, and the fingers in her hair moved to her back, holding her up and pulling them in together, becoming essentially one. Her moans kept coming, and finally, Eira would let herself go. "I-I'm cumming!" She did not shout it. She whispered it, and the tightness around his dick squeezed harder and then receded. While she may not have shouted that, another loud moan escaped from her and echoed within the vehicle. Her hands gripped his shoulders for what seemed like forever, before she let go and fell limply onto the seat of the car.

He continued to move his hips, though it was clear that he was just about done. Every time he moved her body shivered and tensed a little bit. "Hayate... Hayate... Cum for me..." He grinned softly, her voice registering as almost begging in his ears. He had, in essence, won. He was no trying to go for a victory, but had somehow won anyway. He had made her orgasm violently. No matter what happened, neither Hayate nor Eira would forget what had happened this night. "N-Not inside... You're not wearin' a-... a condom." He smiled sheepishly at her, each of his movements eliciting an exhausted moan from the woman, "Your insides... too good... I'm probably not going to listen," He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers for a few more seconds, before pulling away, "It'll be fine, but I'll take responsibility if I have to." He bit his bottom lip and grunted, feeling himself release his seed inside of her. The explosion of sperm came quickly, rushing down his shaft and pressing deeply into her. He gave her a few more languid thrusts to empty himself, and then pulled out, looking down at her with a tired smile. She stared back at him, almost seemingly entranced.

A hand came up and wiped away the sweat from his face, and the fingers on Eira's clit finally moved away from their attentions. He used his other hand to wipe some of the hair from her eyes, as his own hair was moved around behind his ear, "Thank you. You're amazing." He chuckled modestly, shaking his head a little, "All thanks to the woman who knows what she wants. I'm just good at giving it." He grinned at her. It was true, though. Generally, most women would just lay down and let him do as he pleased. They were no fun. He gave them little effort, for they gave him little effort. No, those women were not the type of woman that Eira was. Eira had known what she'd wanted, and attempted to take control. From the very beginning, Eira had tried to run the show. Hayate couldn't let her have all of the fun, so he gave her his best. She deserved his best. Leaning into her, Hayate touched their noses together and kissed her once more, softly this time. "We should clean up... but not yet." He wanted to just lay here with her for a little while. It felt nice.

He knew that he'd probably fucked up a little by cumming inside of her. He wanted to apologize, but he would probably have ruined something else by apologizing. Instead, after pulling away from the kiss, he gave her a small smile. "I recall that there's a pill to help, if it's needed. Have to take it in the morning or something, it might help if you want it," he recalled to her. He was certainly not ready for that kind of commitment, especially not on the first date, but if the necessity arose, it was entirely likely that Hayate would take that plunge. He'd hoped to not think about it at the moment though. "Do we even have anything to clean up with? The moment I sit up... Well..." He looked to the side as well, scratching his head. "Probably not... I might have a towel." He laughed quietly, "I could probably use my clothes since they're soaking wet, but you're going to have to drive me back so I can change... Either that, or to your place so I can wash my clothes and not have to walk naked through a lobby of people... Where do you li-..." He was about to comment, when they were both interrupted by a quiet knocking against one of the windows. Hayate swore to himself. Of course they'd have to arrive now. "Shit... Act like you're warming me up..." He laughed to himself and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his body. The window was lowered, and a flashlight was shined into their faces.

"Is there a reason there is a soaking we pair of underwear laying outside of the car?" Hayate opened his mouth to speak, but it seemed that Eira beat him to it, "Yes, as if you couldn't have looked around and deduced that yourself, moron. I fell in the ice. He pulled me out and we stripped our clothes to warm up under the blanket and heater." Hayate chuckled, getting a glare from the officer. She was certainly not lying, and he'd most definitely succeeded in warming her up. "Or is that illegal now? ... Can you stop that!?" She pushed the light out of the way, something that Hayate mentally thanked her for. The officer had yet to see his face, which helped things in this situation. He could pull that out later on. "Get out of the car." Hayate almost audibly groaned. Eira asked him what he was thinking, and the officer repeated himself. Sigh. "Kiss my ass. If you even realized who I was, you'd be scared to approach this fucking car. Now back off, or tomorrow you won't have a home or job to go back to. We're not doing anything illegal and me touching the flashlight isn't an excuse for you to tell me to get out of the car. Now leave." He blinked. Well, that was the thing he was about to pull. Kind of. He held onto his own words in the back of his head. "You two have ten minutes to scram. If I come back and you're still here, I'll be taking you in." The window was closed behind him, and both Hayate and Eira began to laugh. "You stole my bluff. I was scared that he was going to see my face before I got to use it." He shook his head, kissing her cheek, before stepping out of the vehicle. It was cold, and he was naked. Like hell did he care.

The officer looked across the parking lot to see him and shined his flashlight over to him, "Oi! You! I'm taking you in now!" Hayate didn't even move, folding his arms across his chest and simply grinning at the officer as he approached. Closer, closer, closer. As soon as he got within range of seeing Hayate's face, he stopped. He bowed. He turned, and he left. "Not even a word." Hayate laughed, shook his head and quickly traipsed down to their basket, picking it up and looking through it. The food was fine, if a little cold--that was easy enough to warm up back at his place. He sighed in satisfaction, before picking up the second blanket and carrying them up towards the car. He yelled out to Eira, who opened the window from within. She'd see Hayate out there, completely naked, with a blanket over one shoulder, holding up a picnic basket in the other, giving her a roguish grin. "My place is warm, you know. Should we have that dinner?"