sampippy | Outside Voorhees Hall, Columbia University, New York, Thursday

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Outside Voorhees Hall, Columbia University, New York, Thursday

What was a girl to do when her first year of college was about a week away from being over and she was desperate for one last boost in coolness in the eyes of her peers (namely, her three roommates)? Why, obviously the answer was to invite a guy over! Specifically, a guy she'd slept with like a year ago and who she - let's face it - barely knew aside from that. But he was impressive! Or at least impressively hot, and, also he was nice even if Xanthippe was loathe to admit that was a positive quality in anyone.

So she'd invited Hyacinthe over for a visit. And she'd gone and picked him up on the edge of campus and walked him through it and now they were here, right outside her dorm. It was one of those imposing brown brick buildings, old as rocks and heavy with history.

The sign outside said VOORHEES HALL.

"So, yeah," she said, looking up at the building. At her side, her fingers were fidgeting with the edge of her overly lengthy sleeve. "This is where I live now."

In a building with her last name on it.

[ooc: NFB due to distance, and for the boy mentioned!]

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... Seriously, though? Was this how sex was supposed to be like, because most of Xanthippe's experiences since starting at Columbia were just -- so, so far from this.

"Maybe," she said, like that hadn't just made her feel weak in the knees. (Which was a fun thing to feel when you were currently on your knees.) "I think you should be on your knees, and you should like, totally beg to get to put your tongue i-- on me."

Being explicit was a thing she was in the process of learning. But, she was already shifting off him, because how else would he be able to do what she said.

"Right now."

Hyacinthe had heard that stumble, Xanthippe. He knew what you'd intended to ask.

He slid off the bed and fell to the knees in one fluidly graceful movement, like a dancer falling into place. "Stand for me," he said, tugging her knee to bring her closer. "You should stand while I do this. You'll like the way it feels."

Powerful. She deserved to feel powerful and glorious.

Xanthippe kind of counted on him to hear things. And notice things. It helped, probably, when she was too skittish to go all the way with an expression or a gesture.

Standing up was easy, though. Or at least she thought so until she was actually standing up - because then she suddenly felt exposed and self-conscious.

She was trying to fight through it, though. Looking down at him helped. He was kneeling for her, and she couldn't say that didn't thrill her.

He knelt before her further; he'd promise to start at her ankles and work his way up, had he not? And he was a man of his word, so 'twas with lips and tongue that he made his way slowly up, letting the anticipation build. When he was upright again, he murmured, "Slide your hands into my hair, cherie," before continuing his ascent.

He kissed the back of her knee. Nipped the soft skin of her inner thigh. Dragged his tongue up through the wetness that covered her skin and nuzzled her soft curls, trying to stoke her desire to new heights.

Well, that solved the problem of what to do with her hands. She would've hated to just be fidgeting with them, no matter how nicely it would've gone with the self-consciousness.

But sliding her fingers into his hair felt natural. It felt like it grounded her in the moment - though watching and feeling him work his way up her legs had done its fair share for that, too. Anticipation was building.

She shivered.

He looked up at her and winked. "Pull my head away do you wish to tell me to stop," he said, voice teasing, "and in, do you wish me to do more of the same."

And then he was diving back between her legs, his tongue following that seam between them.

"Okay."

The word only faltered because of the lick, this time. Her fingers tightened their hold on his curls, like she needed an anchor. And also because, hey, if she was going to be in charge of guiding him - even just between stop and please, more - then she needed a good hold, right?

She did. And the soft groan he loosed had nothing to do with it at all. Really.

But maybe she'd think she only imagined it when he pressed his face more firmly against her, tongue slipping between her folds to continue that stroke, but deeper. His tongue found her clit, circling round and round it, sometimes brushing along it, only to move immediately away into wider circles once more.

Xanthippe shifted, ever so slightly widening her stance. At first, she tried to be subtle about it - then she reminded herself that no, she was allowed to want this.

And she did. She was slick and welcoming under and around his tongue. And when it found her clit, she gasped, and the hands in his hair were definitely keeping him close.

More than allowed. Encouraged.

His hands were clamped tightly around her hips, keeping her from moving away. Now that Hyacinthe was here, only her hands in his hair or a word could pull him away from her now. He sucked on her clit, first gently, and then a little harder, tongue pressing against it firmly. Just enough to give her a thrill and then he was letting go again, giving her a long lick from top to bottom, loving the tart taste of her.

Xanthippe exhaled a moan when he sucked harder. And, whoops, the moan was a little louder than she'd maybe meant it to be, but not enough to jolt her from getting a little more focused on this, and a little less on her insecurities, again.

Her eyes slid closed. "Pl--" Actually, no. She was in control here. Or she was supposed to be, anyway. "Do that again. I want you to do that again."

"Anything you wish, Xanthippe," Hyacinthe murmured against her. He pressed his face deeper against her and sucked on her clit again, a hand coming down to brush teasingly against her entrance, but did not slid within.

He was going to make her demand that instead. And when she did, he'd give her everything.

She had a thing for hearing him say her name. She really did. A thing she had only discovered today, but a thing all the same. It made her feel weak in the knees.

Or maybe that was just his tongue.

She didn't demand, just yet, but she did squirm just a little bit against his fingers. Using him to tease herself, kind of.

It could be both! Hyacinthe was fine with it being both. Especially since he was planning to use both a great deal during his visit.

If Xan had knees that worked correctly at all during his time here, he was clearly not working as hard as he ought.

He added a little more pressure to his fingers, making slow circles around her entrance, and sucked on her pearl in time with them. He wished to overwhelm her with sensation, to the point where there was no confusion or self-consciousness left, only need.

He got what he wanted.

Like, there was no question, after just a brief moment of that. Her hands were tight in his hair, and just once or twice, there was a sort of a grinding of her hips against his lips and his fingers.

The command wasn't far behind. "Oh my God, finger me, finger me."

Said like a woman who didn't care that she was going to feel embarrassed about having said that soon enough, but who cared tremendously about her need to come, and to do so with something of his inside her.

He didn't hesitate and he most certainly didn't pull away enough to verbally acquiesce. Nor did he bother with only a single finger; two found their way deep into her snug channel, the rest of his fist pressing hard against the sensitive flesh around it.

They rotated inside her, finding that patch of slight-rougher wall and pushed against it while his tongue and lips stroked the sweet bud further up.

He was hard enough to ache and groaned into damp skin.

"Yes."

So guess two was a good number. Even better with the way they moved with a purpose, and Xanthippe could feel release rushing towards her.

The words stumbled out. "A-and when I'm... done, I, I want you to fuck me."

So, yes. He'd definitely succeeded in overwhelming her since that desire made it out of her mouth. And right before she came, too, choking on air as the pleasure spread.

It was possible that a better man than Hya would have continued to lap at her, working his fingers until she sagged against him, spent and shaking. Instead though, he stood, lifting her up and laying her down on the bed, then reached for a condom to roll on with hands that trembled slightly.

He was kissing her hard before she finished and sliding hard inside of her with a loud cry of her name.

Oh, no, no. He was the best man, if you asked Xanthippe. Although it was for the best that she wasn't actually asked anything right this moment because all of her answers would probably have been incoherent babbling.

There was plenty of shaking even without him continuing his ministrations throughout her orgasm. She was just glad he helped her onto the bed, where she then lay splayed out waiting for him without a care in the world for how she looked because feeling the aftershocks and watching him get a condom took precedence.

And then he was there with her and pushing into her and she clenched around him, like that set off another round of aftershock by itself. She got her wits together just enough to wrap her legs around his waist, but even that was mostly on instinct.

His fingers had been good, but this was better.

"Sweet Elua, yes," Hyacinthe groaned, leaning down to capture one of her nipples with his mouth. Every thrust within her was long and deep and measured; he was struggling to maintain control and not just slam into her repeatedly until he tipped over the edge.

Xanthippe was nothing short of blissfully overwhelmed. Her legs were tight around his waist - though not so much so as to keep him from doing what he was doing - and her nails were pressing into his back as she clung to him.

Her breath was ragged, littered with moans and whines, because she could feel the full length of each of his thrusts.

"As much...as I would like to keep to this pace..." Hyacinthe panted, letting go of her nipple with a lick and then making his way to the other, "I sadly remain mortal and you feel too good to be denied."

His hips thrust again, all controlled and steady power, though the whimper he gave at the end belied his ease.

In a moment, he was going to give in and just start fucking into her as fast and as hard as he could, but at the very least he felt a warning was in order.

He remained a ton more thoughtful than anyone else she'd fooled around with, even this far gone. Seriously, how was he even real?

"Just fuck me," she panted. It was what he wanted to be doing - even more so than he already was - and it was honestly what she wanted him to be doing, too. She wanted to be overwhelmed and just done.

In the best possible way. So: "Fuck me, Hya."

Enshrining consent and pleasure into a culture helped wonders.

By every Companion he could name, how was he supposed to listen to her demand he fuck her and not give in? It was what his body was aching for anyway and between the two, there was no way to say no.

He groaned, burying his teeth in the side of her breast, and just let the last of his control go flying, nothing remaining in his mind than how good she felt all around him. Grabbing onto her legs, he pushed them up and over his shoulders just to get closer still, hips pounding into hers as he chased that sweet completion that hovered so temptingly near.

So, she was definitely going to have a bruise on her boob after this, huh?

And she absolutely Did Not Care because as soon as her legs were over his shoulders - another first! - there was even less room for conscious thought than there had been previously. (And let's face it, that hadn't been a lot since she'd had his fingers inside her and his tongue on her clit.) There was nothing in the world but the pressure of him against her legs and the pleasure of him filling her up again and again and again, a little rougher than anyone else but also much, much more fulfilling than anyone else.

It was no surprise that even though it had been less than ten minutes, maybe even less than five since the last time, she came with a loud moan and a full-body shiver, her inner muscles pulsating around his cock and her hands grasping the bedsheets.

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