sampippy | A Dorm Room at Voorhees Hall, Columbia University, New York, Sunday

"What?" Xanthippe asked, mirroring his confusion - before she remembered, that was. "Oh my God, I forgot Fandom's such a backwater town they don't even have an IHOP." Because otherwise, she would've clarified it for him immediately. "IHOP, it's International House of Pancakes? They have like pancakes and crepes and French toast and that kind of thing."

"Crepes?" Hya asked, eyes lightening. "I've not had crepes since my mother visited. Oh, could we get that?"

They wouldn't be as good, but that was the problem with Terre D'Ange, nothing really was.

"Sure," Xanthippe said, already tapping at the app to add some to the cart. "Do you care about toppings? They have... at least strawberries and cream, annnd banana with Nutella, annnnnd --" There was a lot of scrolling. "-- sweet cream cheese?"

"Yes," Hyacinthe said promptly.

Look, he was a growing young man. He needed sustenance.

"Those all sound excellent."

"Okay," Xanthippe snorted. "And I'm gonna add some New York Cheesecake pancakes into the order 'cause I want those." Because she was paying so it didn't really matter much how many things she ordered. "And a Tropical Island Twist."

Because there needed to be a drink.

Couple more taps on the screen and -- "Okay, that's done. It says... 35 minutes." She lowered her phone, then faked a thoughtful expression. "So, wait, what were we talking about before this?"

Hyacinthe was going to try to steal some of both those orders because he had no idea what either of them were.

"I believe we were having a frank and serious discussion," he said, biting back a grin, "about you being adventurous."

Xanthippe's head tilted. "More adventurous than standing here naked, ordering you breakfast foods late in the afternoon?"

A fact she had somehow not gotten self-conscious about yet. (The naked, not the rest.)

"Yeah, maybe." Also please let her not get self-conscious about how her takes on 'adventurous' probably weren't that adventurous for some. "I did, like, buy something, recently..."

Hyacinthe made a big show of sitting up straight. "You have my undivided attention, cherie."

"That's great," Xanthippe replied, stepping closer to him and reaching for his hand with the one she wasn't holding her phone in. "But I'm gonna need you to tell me something... dirty, first."

Just to make sure she didn't fall out of the right mindset and get cold feet about telling him what she was gearing up to tell him.

"It's fair, right?"

"More than fair," Hyacinthe crooned, reaching for her. His fingertips brushed over her chest, following the slope of one pretty, perfect breast. "Besides, I like it when you're feeling bold enough to tell me what to do. Be it talk dirty, give you a kiss, kneel before you and lick the juncture of your thighs until you're soft and wet and yearning for more than my mouth...How I dream of the day you ride my face against the mattress, absorbed by your pleasure alone."

"Could be sooner than you think."

Bold words from someone who'd just gotten distracted by his words and actions both, in her effort to try tug him off the couch.

"But first, you promised me an explanation," Hya said, only following her because he was hoping for a show-and-tell.

"Yeah, I guess I did."

There was maybe a nervous quality to her smirk. Just slightly. But she was leading him into her room steadily enough, all the same.

"So... I took this class earlier this year that was about, like, human sexuality? And one of the assignments was to go to a sex shop and like, write about the experience. Which I didn't do --" Because she'd chickened out. "-- so I totally faked my paper, but only kinda, because I did do really extensive research on the website of a store. You know, to do everything that the assignment required except actually go in a store."

Okay she was getting sidetracked. Get to the point, Xan!

"Uh, so anyway, I... spent a really long time looking at what they were selling, and I, actually, totally ended up ordering something. A glass... toy."

You could not get her to say 'dildo', you just couldn't.

Hyacinthe was grinning hugely by the end of it. "What kind of toy?" he asked, just in case he could get her to say it.

"Like a..."

Yes, now she was trying to one-handedly mime a dildo for him.

Because you could not make her say it.

"A dildo?" he asked, voice silky, a caress of its own. "Did you wish me to use it on you? You could feel so full, Xanthippe. All at once."

Okay, this time she knew it was the accent that did it, because nothing else explained that word sounding that hot.

She blushed, a lot.

And just generally faltered.

"I... hadn't thought that far ahead." And now her brain was short-circuiting. "But you could talk to me more about that? Before I tell you what I did once I got it."

"Nothing could make me miss out on that story," Hya said, his eyes gleaming in satisfaction. He pulled her over to her bed, sat down on it, immediately turning it into a languid lounge. "But, as for what I was thinking, cherie, 'twould depend on your comfort level for certain things. Imagine sitting on my lap..." His hand trailed down her back brushing along the seam of her ass, though he did not transgress between her cheeks, "Legs spread open for me, while I pushed this in and out of you, over and over again."

Good thing she'd already been blushing a whole lot, because that meant there wasn't much of a change in the general redness of her face right now.

"Uhh."

Yeah, there was the short-circuiting in action again. She had to lick her lips and swallow and just... push both of her hands into his hair. (Okay, that part wasn't as necessary, it was just a thing she really felt like doing.)

See, he wasn't the first to suggest something like that. He was just the first to make it sound appealing.

... She probably should've tried to actually form some complete words, though, huh?

And if she wished, sitting in his lap could just be sitting in his lap. He enjoyed playing with her, regardless of whether his phallus was involved or not.

If naught else, he could do that while he was still recovering from a previous bout, keeping her mindless with pleasure in anticipation for the next.

"I believe you were going to tell me a story?" he teased.

Yeah, she figured that was the main difference: he wasn't suggesting because 'porn taught me to expect this' but because he thought she might - shock, horror - actually enjoy it.

She still pulled a mighty face at his teasing, though. Even if it was almost immediately broken by a laugh. "You're the worst." He was not. "If you think I'm gonna tell you anything about how hard I came on that thing while thinking about you, you're wrong."

He was not.

Though first she was going to kiss him.

He was hardly one to be offended by a kiss interrupting aught else, even when that 'aught else' was 'a very sexy story.' But he did chuckle through it, at least at first. "But Xanthippe," he said, still highly entertained, "how will I be able to recreate this scene do you not tell me of it first?"

"Eww, logic."

She was disgusted. So disgusted that she bit on his lip and everything.

And you know what? She was just going to stay about this close while she talked. Made it easier, somehow, to stay grounded in the moment. He was also more than welcome to keep touching her, because that helped too.

Also, it was just incredibly nice.

"So, like..." she started, breathing the words warmly against his lips. "When I first got it, and the first time I tried it out, it was a little after Valentine's, so I'd, like, gotten your flowers, and you were on my mind." She'd also sent him a birthday card in January, so maybe he was on her mind a little bit every month, but that was neither here nor there! "And like, you kinda need, uh, inspiration for something like that. So when I got under the covers with it, I thought about you."

She paused a little, to lick his lip.

Her voice dropped further into a murmur, but she was pretty sure she had his attention so completely that that wasn't going to be an issue. "I mean, specifically, I thought about you watching me... do that. Like, just thinking of the things you'd say? How you'd, like, tell me not to rush, and tell me how hot it was to see me start pushing it in, and, umm, how hard would make you..."

"Your imagination is very accurate, cherie," Hyacinthe told her, pressing kisses to her neck. "I want to see the way it slides into you, how deep it can go. I want to see how wet you are by the streaks you leave behind on the glass. I want you to be fucked so hard and well by it that I'm left jealous."

"Yeah, that's, that's what I guessed." It was still so much better to hear it from him in real life, though. She sighed, her eyes pressing closed. "So, yeah, I thought about you saying things like that and just, watching me. And, I was like ridiculously turned on, so it was like really easy to, like, f-- fuck myself with it?"

See, she could tell him about it but some words were still a little hard.

Like this next bit: "And um, what I found a really big turn-on, you know, when I was already super wet and everything, was imagining you telling me what a... good girl I was for taking so much of it in."

Which, okay, for some reason made her want to hide her face against his shoulder, so that was exactly what she did.

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