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

Hyacinthe grinned up at her, aching a bit, yes, but still pleased by her reaction. "You are beautiful," he informed her with a kiss to the hollow of her throat. "You fit in my lap perfectly."

And in response to all that, ahem, rubbing, he pressed up against her again, holding her hips to make sure she felt the entire thrust.

It would probably be useless to ask if he was trying to make her lose her mind, right? It seemed pretty obvious, after all. She could feel all of that, for sure. She could also feel a throb between her legs. And wetness, beginning to build up.

"I want you inside me." The words came out in a rush. So no wonder the follow-up was much more stumbling, as her own words registered with her. Oh God, did she sound like a bad porn or something? "Is that -- that a thing people say? I don't know, I'm not --"

This was his fault, for being so hot and so nice to her. And also that thing, with his dick and all.

"That's a thing that I want to hear you say a lot while I'm here," Hyacinthe said in a husky whisper, right in her ear. "Maybe I shall hold myself back each time until you do. I like knowing that you're imagining how I will fill gliding into you, filling you up slowly until there's no room left to move."

He kissed her throat again, sucking a bit until he left a red mark behind. It was light enough that it would fade even before she took her clothes off, but he liked the sight of it against her pale skin.

"And mayhaps that isn't something people say, either, but 'tis what I needed to say to you, right now. So unless we wish to invite others into the bedroom with us, let's worry not about what they might say and more about what we wish to, hmm?"

"O-okay."

Xanthippe wished she could've gotten that out without stammering, but guess that wasn't an option. It seemed to matter to her less than usual, anyway. She bit her lip, and ran her hand further down his body, now. Right down to where she could slide her fingers over the fabric covering his length. Exploring. Rubbing lightly. It didn't help her composure any.

She breathed in. Right, they could say what they wanted. He wasn't going to judge her. Wasn't that kind of his whole thing, not judging her? "I bought like, a ton of condoms for this," she admitted in a hushed tone. "Like, I don't know if I... if I thought there'd be sex at all or whatever, but maybe I... hoped?"

She had to pause, and to wet her lips.

"But that was, like, before you were here. 'Cause, now you're here and it's like, of course there's gonna be sex." Again, she meant that in the best way. "'Cause I, I want you to -- to show me stuff I've never done before." Oh good, she was all flushed again. "And the stuff I have."

Hyacinthe didn't bother hiding any of his reactions from her, closing his eyes with a happy sigh and thrusting up against her exploring hand. He wanted her bold, wanted her to know that her touch affected him just as much as his did her. No, she wasn't as skilled as many of his other lovers; but that just meant she needed practice. Guidance. Both he was more than willing to offer her. Not just willing--eager.

Her curiosity and relative innocence were fun, but Hyacinthe believed that when she learned confidence and certainty, she'd be devastating.

"I want you, too," he purred, opening his eyes to catch hers. "I will show you everything you wish to know. I shall teach you the names of things like we're reading them straight from the Trois Milles Joies if you wish, or I shall just lay you back and demonstrate until you're exhausted and cannot take another minute. Ahh, cherie, if you trust me enough, I'll show you the stars."

Xanthippe's brain was short-circuiting.

So it seemed the thing to do was kiss him again, while her hand kept rubbing over him, tracing the shape of him through the fabric. After a moment, she found some words, which she mumbled against his lips: "I wanna see the stars."

It'd sounded hot when he'd said it. When she said it, she thought it sounded a ton more cheesy. Good thing she was getting too turned on to twist herself up about that too much.

It was the accent. And the utmost sincerity that he just kind of breathed when it came to sex, but mostly the accent.

"Then I'll show them to you, cherie," he promised, groaning at her touch. See, already she was driving him mad and he'd barely done anything at all. "So then I must ask you--my clothes or yours?"

The accent was definitely a major part of it. But the sincerity was still probably more important. She envied how easily all this seemed to come for him. (Pun not intended.)

"Yours?"

Look, touching him through fabric was fun but she was hitting that point where she wanted to see skin. No matter how much that sounded like she'd probably have to get off his lap.

He would endeavor to make her sacrifice worth it.

Starting by scooping her up and spinning around, placing her on the bed beneath him, and kissing her one more time, this time hard and hot. He ground against her, wanting her acutely aware of every layer of fabric between them and cursing them all.

It wasn't until he felt she'd been thoroughly kissed and his own lips were feeling a little tender did he stand back up, leaving her splayed out on the bed. "You look good like that," he told her, desire making his voice rough. His fingers went to the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning them one by one. "I intend to see you like that a lot while I am her."

Okay, college boys were officially pointless. Not one of them had gotten anywhere close to the point of looking at her like that. Or sounding like that. Or, just... anything about this situation.

Xanthippe looked enthralled. And wide-eyed.

She licked her lips, although her mouth suddenly felt a little too dry for that. "I... think I'm gonna be okay with that." A beat, accompanied by a shuddering sort of breath. "Yeah."

In Terre D'Ange, taking one's clothing off--or undressing a lover--was considered part of the whole process. Something to be savored and enjoyed, not just a short interruption in the midst of everything else. So rather than rush into getting naked, Hya took his time, letting the fine linen of his shirt fall from his shoulders and catch on his arms, then slowly drawing it off to tumble to the floor.

It wasn't a strip tease, exactly. No bump'n grind, no exaggerated movements, just constant eye contact and an appreciation for each part of the body that was uncovered next, heightening the anticipation for whatever remained clothed.

His hands slid down to the front of his pants, fingers brushing over the bulge there. He shivered, then unfastened the laces, letting them fall open to reveal a thatch of shorn curls.

And on and on and on until he was standing in front of her, completely naked for her perusal.

Yeah, none of that made her stare at him any less. The only thing that changed was where she stared, because her gaze was compulsively drawn to whatever was being exposed at any given moment. And when he was taking his clothes off like that, every inch of skin was suddenly equally fascinating, from the curve of his shoulders to the muscles in his legs.

She'd seen him naked before, but she hadn't really seen him naked before, you know? Not like this, every piece of clothing an anticipation and the end result him just standing there, open to her gaze.

She continued to envy his confidence.

She was also completely lost for words, because anything she could've said was likely to just come out jumbled and kind of embarrassing, so she was choosing instead to look him over like she couldn't even comprehend the hotness. It was a good look.

Hyacinthe didn't mind being stared at. Even only half-D'Angelline, he still knew he was pretty. And, even if he hadn't had that kind of confidence, the way Xanthippe was looking at him was gratifying enough to make it all worth while.

"Touch me," he said, voice soft. Her reached for her hand, brushing it over his abs. "Wherever you want. However you want. Anything you're curious about, anything you want to explore...I'm here for you." He quirked a grin at her, brown eyes merry. "And we'll see how long I last under your explorations."

Xanthippe had heard boys (and, well, men) telling her to touch them, before. But never before in a way that was so completely non-gross. Or in a way that seemed to be more for her benefit and pleasure than someone just trying to use her.

That seemed to put a kind of shine in her eyes.

And she pushed herself upright so that she could sit on the edge of her bed. That put her pretty close to his body, but that was a good thing. You couldn't really explore from afar, right? Her hand was still on his abs; the other reached up for his chest. Her palm dragged over one side of it, her thumb bumping over his nipple.

The most disappointing thing Hyacinthe had discovered about this time was how gross other men were. They all needed Elua, like, immediately.

But yes, he made no bones about the fact that he would enjoy whatever Xanthippe did to him, but more than anything else, he wanted her to feel comfortable. To learn what she liked to do and see and touch. To discover what kinds of reactions she could elicit, so she could create them deliberately.

Like the soft moan he gave when his nipples hardened under her thumb and the way the muscles in his abs jumped at her touch. "See this, cherie?" he asked, gesturing at himself. "You are in control here. With every caress, your power grows, see?"

"I don't think it's my power that's growing."

Ooh, look who managed to make dirty-ish quip! It was a start, at least. Something that showed she wasn't as tightly wound right now as she had been some moments ago in the living room. In fact, she'd pretty much forgotten about the living room for now. Right now, her desire to make him moan more wasn't fueled by the idea that maybe her roommates would hear and think she was somehow cooler for it.

She ran her other hand up to his chest as well, so that she could repeat her earlier motion on both sides at once. You know, just to verify that was a thing he enjoyed. It was very scientific! And then she ran her hands slowly down his sides. First to his hips, where she got familiar with where his hipbones jutted out. Then a little ways down to his thighs, where her touch was light and almost tentative. Very aware of where she wasn't touching him - yet - even if her gaze was drawn there more than once or twice.

As her hands slid up and then around to his ass, she looked up at him again. Biting her lip. "Could you, um... say my name?"

Cherie sounded super hot rolling off his lips right now. She had a guess her name would be just as good, if not even better.

His chuckle was a warm rumble and he leaned down to kiss her for the request. "Of course, Xanthippe," he said, as he closed the distance between them. "Anything you want tonight is yours, and your name on my tongue is the an easy one to grant."

And then he kissed her, lazy and playful, at least until a shiver from her hands on his thighs pulled him away again. "Your touch is maddening," he said with approval. "Makes me want to ask for more."

In another bold move, by her standards, Xanthippe tried to bite his lip right before he pulled back again. She could at least try for playful, too, now that she was momentarily a little more relaxed.

"And what would you, like, ask for?"

She remembered from last time that she liked hearing him say all kinds of things. That was her main motivation for asking.

She caught him and his hands flexed on the bed, a soft moan low in his throat. "Well, now, more of your mouth," he said when she released him. "Anywhere you'd like to put it." His phallus cried out for attention and he ignored it, claiming her mouth again for a kiss that was a little shorter and hotter than the last. "You use it well, Xanthippe," he said in a soft growl.

See, yes, that was exactly the way she'd hoped to hear her name from him. It wasn't something she was used to hearing said with anything approaching desire, and so to call it a thrill was a severe understatement.

Good thing her cheeks were pretty much permanently a blushing pink by now.

Trying not to overthink anything, she ducked her head, and her mouth found the curve where his neck met his shoulder. And she gave that an experimental little nip. Then another, a little further up. And, it'd worked for her when he'd sucked on her neck, so obviously she had to try that, too.

"You know," he said, panting in her ear. "This went a lot differently in my head." His hips thrust against her mattress, needing something with her teeth in his neck like that. "I was expecting to be a lot more cool and collected. Impressing you with my composure while you explored me all over." Of their own volition, his hands tangled in her hair. "Now 'tis all I can do not to tip you backwards and rub against you until you scream."

Xanthippe gasped. Yes, at just those words, although that thrust hadn't gone unnoticed either. To know she could have that effect on someone as attractive and, let's face it, experiences as him... Basically, her whole body seemed to be tingling and she was kind of wondering whether her jeans were damp at the crotch by now. Which was a thought that felt like it would have normally felt embarrassing, but with him here and behind closed doors -- she hadn't really had reason to wonder about that before, you know? It turned into a thrill.

Incidentally, her jeans were damp.

And probably getting more so with those words of his. "I mean..." she started, and had to pause and swallow when her voice sounded hoarse. She licked her lips, and bit his neck again, before she continued. Her lips pulling into a hesitant little smirk. "I'm not sure why you, like, shouldn't? I don't even know if I'm a screamer. No one's tried before."

Not counting several non-sexy incidents.

"Well, the original plan had been to let you be fully in control," Hyacinthe said, his teeth claiming her ear. "Let you decide what comes next and set the pace. Part of showing you everything is letting you choose what to do with me."

He gently pushed her over backwards, settling his weight over her, his length pressed right over where she was damp--and his rich laugh said he'd noticed that she was, even through her jeans. "But I think I underestimated how difficult you make it to keep my hands to myself, Xan. To say nothing of the rest of me." He kissed his way down her throat, delivering up the same delicious torment she'd been heaping on him. "Mayhaps I can try again, later, hmm?"

"Sorry I screwed up your plan," Xanthippe murmured, but she wasn't sorry at all. If there were better outcomes than Hya of all people not staying cool around her, she couldn't think of any.

Her hands found themselves in his hair. Her legs? Around his waist, for now. It was only natural. "I'm totally gonna let you try again later."

"Nay, you're not," Hyacinthe said with another laugh. "You're smirking. I can tell." He leaned down brushing by her lips and over her cheek to nip the sensitive patch of skin where her neck met her shoulder. "Tell me what you want me to do," he said. "Tell me what you want so I can give it to you."

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