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Hidden Option	By : ArashiLeonhart Category: +. to F > Fate/stay Night Views: 19901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The store they went to was a mere two blocks from Copenhagen, a clearly-lit place amidst closed restaurants and other businesses. Shirou’s work took him fairly late into the night, and after he and Ayako had spent a fair time fooling around—alternatively taking sips of their drink and almost pulling clothes back off right after putting them on again—it was quite a bit after normal establishments were open. It was, however, the beginning of the weekend, so even if observers thought they looked too young, there was no point in telling them they were out too late.

“We are so drunk,” Shirou stage-whispered. The flask was still in his jacket pocket, although the contents were mostly gone.

“Not true,” Ayako said, just as pseudo-quietly. “People say ‘I’m not drunk’ when they are, but we’re saying the opposite, so we’ve gotta be okay.”

It might have helped her case to not giggle between every few words.

Even with a clear objective in mind, the duo did not make straightaway for the aisle that kept items related to intimacy. As many inebriated often find themselves, they were easily distracted by the sudden epiphany of a product name or a newfound use for something as basic as chewing gum. Both also found they had a hard case of OCD under the influence and would put out-of-place items into their correctly tagged spot.

They also had a difficult time coordinating. Somewhat possessively in a way he never thought himself capable of, Shirou kept a hand to Ayako’s back as much as possible, like he was afraid she might take off without the contact. Ayako often ended up leaning back into Shirou as they stood around making their hazy observations, grinning back to him with a coy look anyone familiar with her would be in denial that she could make. Had anyone been paying attention to them, they might have felt embarrassed at the obvious signs of affection and the blatant direction the night was heading for the pair.

“Extra large? Value pack? Hah, there’s flavored ones.” The final destination amused Ayako far more than the distractions, however. Even if it made her blush.

“Why would…oh.” Shirou joined in the blush. With the addition of shuffling his feet.

“Imagining it, Emiya?” The tone she whispered into his ear seemed like she was trying too hard to sound seductive. It made him unsure as to whether he felt aroused or like giggling himself. “Putting it into my mouth to put it on, sliding my tongue down to your—”

“Alright!” he hissed, redder in the face than his hair. “Are you trying to melt me through the floor?”

Her hands behind her back, looking up at him suggestively, Ayako said, not quite straight-faced, “I’d rather you stay upright.”

Shirou nearly growled back, “I don’t think I’ll be down for weeks, thanks.” He took the pack that looked the most normal, although distracted as he was there was no guarantee he had picked what should fit their situation the best. Thankfully Ayako did not say anything further, as she seemed far too amused by his retort to pay much attention.

They paid at the register, trying oh-so-desperately to not seem like their next objective was to go fuck each other brainless. The clerk, a twenty-something woman with the look of a somewhat tired college student paying their own way through school seemed to at least play ignorant. It did not help much in the long run, since in their buzzed state they were sure she was judging them with her eyes.

“Oh wow they’re like a Jacob’s Ladder,” Ayako said, ripping the box open almost as soon as they were out the door of the store. She pulled the still-wrapped contraceptives out, each connected to the next to somewhat resemble the children’s toy, holding the top like the toy before folding it down to the next, grabbing it, and so on as if to play.

“Did I buy that many?” Shirou asked, a little confused. “Do I need that many?”

Ayako looked at him with a stupid grin on her face.

“No don’t answer that.” Their second exposure to the cooler, outdoors air seemed to help clear his head a bit. While not cold, it definitely dropped a few degrees from the inside of a building. “Are we really…I mean…are you sure…I mean…I didn’t like get you drunk on purpose or something…”

Ayako stopped in place and turned to face him. In their less-coordinated fashion, it meant he nearly crashed into her. The look she gave him was both fierce and a little silly since she was still rather flushed. “You’d better not back out of this now, Emiya, or I swear I’m gonna dump you in the river and then cry for two weeks then yell at everybody in school how you’re impotent. Then I’ll kiss Matou.” She blinked as if not quite tracking the words she was saying, then nodded. “Yeah. I don’t wanna do that. So don’t make me.”

Shirou just nodded dumbly, also trying to process that. Somehow, that combination sounded horrendous to him despite the far more terrible things he had experienced in life. Dunk in cold water, make a girl cry, lose every semblance he had of school life, then make out with Shinji? Terrifying.

“Then do me. Right now.”

He looked around, suddenly paranoid. They were still very much alone, in the vague direction of the bridge that would take them to their side of town, on an otherwise ubiquitous street. “Now?”

Grabbing him by the wrist, Ayako pulled him straight for a bus stop a half block away. Far too late for the buses to be running, the chances of them being caught there—

Well, maybe they were a little too drunk to think too hard on that.

Ayako shoved him down onto one of the benches within the enclosure. He took the hint, or instigated the hint, or instigated something by pulling her atop him in return, drawing in for a full-body embrace and kiss. Although the taste of brandy had faded from her lips and tongue, he still felt some kind of sensation that he would associate with that for many years.

Her hips moved over his the entire time; his hands came up under her skirt to the smooth curve of her ass. Shirou slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and let go, making a faint snapping noise against her skin, drawing back from the kiss to grin up at her, not really sure what he was grinning about.

She used the moment to pull one of the condoms from the rest of the ladder, then, as if to tease him, put the corner of the wrapping in her mouth to let it dangle there suggestively. While he stared entranced, she stood up off his lap, reached under her skirt, and yanked her underwear down her legs, stepping out of it and flinging it at him.

“But don’t you want…” He trailed off, unable to think clearly. Really here, outside, in a bus stop of all places? Didn’t girls want a nice, comfortable bed or something of the sort?

Ayako ignored him, yanking his pants open once again, forcing him to lift his hips so she could clear the barriers between them comfortably, and after dropping the condom in his lap, her mouth dove down over him. He shut up, with words anyway, and groaned as her mouth slipped up and down his length once more. She crawled up absently onto the bench to his side, lips twisting around him, and he brushed back her hair to watch in the dim light from the nearby street lights.

The faint hint of his hardness filling her cheeks with each plunge made him feel twice as bad as before, and his hand slid down her back to reach for her, flipping her skirt up to expose her to the open air. Almost angrily he shoved her hand away to touch her himself, trying desperately to mimic the movement into her body as she twirled her tongue around him, fingertips brushing circles around her lower lips until they were coming away wet.

There was a faint tearing noise as Ayako opened the package, then the plastic-y noise of unraveling the condom. She shakily slid it over his erection, then pulled herself up and swung her body over him.

“Don’t you want—” he tried again.

Ayako carefully moved over him, feeling her way as she held him firm, then plunged her body down atop him, pressing her body to his, arms coming up to curl around his neck and shoulders as if to completely envelop him. Making a breathless gasp right into his ear, she said, “I want you to fuck me, Emiya. I c-can’t wait anymore, just move, please. I want it, now, now.”

Holding her shaking body, trying his best to ignore the wet warmth that surrounded him, he reached up to undo the buttons to her blazer and blouse, then did the same for himself. As much as possible, he pulled her back to his body, skin to skin, arms curling around underneath her clothing to hold her there. His mouth found her neck, almost biting at her skin, wanting to taste every exposed inch of skin.

Her hips slowly moved, rear undulating over him to slide his cock slowly out, then back in as deep as he would go, a gasping noise falling from her lips each time he left her, the muscles of her legs tensing around him to keep him from completely escaping.

Shirou pushed them around until she was on her back along the length of the bench. He roughly took grasp of her bra and yanked it down to watch her breasts move as he dove into her body, the pinkish tips shaking each time his hips collided with hers. He lifted her legs up straight and drove into her, then twisted them aside to watch as her back arched and she shuddered. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she said, between moans, her voice pitching far higher than he’d ever heard her before.

And he did until he couldn’t handle it any longer, sure he could feel her tightening around him as if to draw it all out, nearly biting his own tongue as his teeth clenched, his hands tightening around her legs and an outstretched hand that she offered him just as release came.

Ayako moaned beneath him as he drew back, sliding the full condom off once he was in control of his body again. The halo of her hair splayed out beneath her twisted as her head tilted. “What…Emiya?”

He’d had it happen before, and somehow he was lucky enough for it to happen again this time. Still hard, he pulled another condom on, his mind now far too drunk on the sensation to stop, too drunk on alcohol to care.

“A-are you, oh, uhhhhh…” The club captain was lifted up so she could brace her arms on the back of the bench as the tip of his cock slid back up into her once more.

Apparently, it was a good thing they had multiples.

*The Jacob’s Ladder is called something like “katakata” onomatopoeia in Japan iirc.
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