Room 416, Thursday Evening

[sampippy]

There'd been a warehouse, and a drink, and flirting, and somehow all of that had not led to Xanthippe blowing this whole situation and embarrassing herself into taking the earliest possible portal out of Fandom or something.

In fact, instead, it had led her here.

Outside room 416. They'd passed by her room because there was no way she was adding the possibility of Ringo into this equation. She was nervous enough as it was.

And trying to hide it. Right now, with a casual hair-toss. "So, this is your room? I didn't realize you lived so, like, close to me."

[ooc: For the guy, for SP, and probably NSFW-bound unless Xan flails herself out of it before then!]

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[sampippy]

That wasn't going to be very difficult at all. With the way her skin felt electrified all over, it didn't take much actual touching at all for her nipple to stiffen.

She inhaled a slightly ragged breath.

"I think... I like it when you're forward," she said, pausing to wet her lips. Her mouth was the only part of her going dry right now. "You could just, like, do it, too." And if that sounded bold for her, just hear out this next bit: "And maybe I could tell you how good, like... your mouth feels, on my nipple."

Okay she ended up clasping a hand over her mouth right after, but at least she got it out! She just wanted to try talking a little dirty. Very little, but it was a lot to her.

[vrajna_kralis]

"I'd like that," Hyacinthe told her, his hand sliding under her breast to cup it up towards his mouth. "I want to hear you. Words, noises, desires--everything."

And then, his dark eyes locked with hers, he leaned down and drew a circle around her nipple with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth.

She was gorgeous. Blessed Elua, was she gorgeous. He couldn't wait to see how she looked when she fell apart in his hands.

[sampippy]

Xanthippe had pretty much already felt like she was falling apart ever since he'd first stepped closer to her at the party. And she still knew that wasn't anything next to what was likely to happen later.

She gasped behind her hand as she watched - and felt - his tongue circle her nipple. Then she lowered her hand, and slowly slid her fingers through his hair. She was gorgeous. He was, and ridiculously so. Like, he had no right to be be so hot.

And here he was, looking up at her with his mouth on her breast.

"Okay, this is good," she murmured. "This is... really, really good." Maybe that was inane, but also true! "And it's kinda making me want your tongue all over me?"

[vrajna_kralis]

"Oh, I intend to make that happen," he assured her, mouth moving over her breast so she could feel his lips move with every syllable. His hands kept moving, stroking her all over to keep her on the hot and needy. Tracing a line of kisses over to her other breast, he repeated the maneuver there, drawing her nipple in and sucking, almost--but not quite!--to the point of pain. "By the time you finally take me into you, you'll have been begging for it."

[sampippy]

And then she was lost for words again.

Her fingers were getting tangled up in his hair. And maybe there was a little tug on them at his words. Just –– a light one, like the words gave her a jolt that then went directly through her hand and circled back to him.

And that was after the gasp at the sucking, so, he was doing an admirable job of keeping her going.

"Oh." Yes, that again. She had to wet her lips again. Also bite on the bottom one for a second, though that was so she could ponder her wording because she wanted to try and flirt, here. "Sure you can make me beg? I usually, like... just get what I want without it."