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

"Ah, cherie, you shouldn't ask such open ended questions," Hyacinthe asked. "Because I am so tempted to say everywhere."

He looked at her again, eyes skimming up and down her body again, and then looked around for something that would suit his purposes.

There. Her desk chair. It had a back but no arms. Perfect.

"I want you to go fetch me that chair, Xanthippe," he said, voice easy but with the lightest hint of authority in it. "And I want you to bring it over here and set it down in front of me."

Xanthippe gave him such a brief look for that first answer, like she was masking the thrill she felt with being amused at how predictable an answer that was. But she did genuinely feel both of those things.

And what was better, she didn't question his desire for her, but rather accepted it as her due. Might have been just for this moment, but it was still progress!

Anyway. Desk chair, got it. She went to it, then brought it back to the bed where she could put it right in front of him.

There was nothing casual about the way she stood beside it. She didn't even try. "Is that good?"

"It's good," Hyacinthe said, letting a warm purr of approval color his tone. "Now I want you to sit. Legs spread. I want to look and see all of you."

No mistaking what he meant by 'all,' nope.

Not at all.

A shiver ran down her spine. And she felt weirdly breathless, again. But weirdly brave, too! Like, look at her doing this. Wherein 'this' was that she sat down, on the chair.

At first, she sat like she normally would. But, no, he'd said he wanted to see 'all of her' and that didn't really make that happen. So she slouched a little more, sliding her ass down closer to the front edge of the chair. There, when she parted her legs to either side of the chair, he could see all of her.

Including the slight glistening between her legs, yes.

Hya reached down with a lazy hand to stroke himself, eyes locked on that pretty gleam between her legs. "Beautiful," he murmured. "So now, tell me, cherie. Are you wet enough for this yet?"

He pressed the cool glass against her, rubbing the tip in slow circles around her pearl, but didn't try to enter her with it.

Xan's own gaze slid down and away from his face, as if hypnotized. His hand on himself was mesmerizing, what could she say? But, of course, then she felt the toy against herself and gasped. She was sensitive and the glass wasn't warm, and already this was feeling like one of the best ideas she'd had in a while.

"About to be."

Which wasn't a 'yes', but kind of a 'soon, depending'.

She was sure he had suggestions.

"Ahhh," Hyacinthe said, taking the glass away. He sat back down on her bed - lounged, really - and leaned back to watch her. "Let me see," he said. "I want to watch you ready yourself."

Jesus, talking to him like this was such a back-and-forth between feeling cool and sexy one second and then suddenly like she was about to lose her wits entirely the next. Her gaze snapped back up to his face.

"You -- you want me to play with myself?"

Goddammit, she'd so wanted to sound smooth and, lke, seductive with that. She even went with words that were easier to say than something a little more crude would've been. But no, she had to stumble.

Still, she felt like she was making up for that (to herself) with her little smirk, and with how one of her hands, which she'd rested on her thighs, was now sliding slowly along the inside of her thigh. Closer, closer.

"Not just play," Hyacinthe told her. "I wish to hear aught you are thinking about as well. I want to see you dripping and on the edge." His smile grew dark. "And then I want you to be a good girl and ask for it."

Okay, no, there were three states of being when talking to him like this. And the third one was just completely lost wits, as exemplified by the mostly unintelligible verbal keysmash of a noise she made under her breath.

"O-okay."

She didn't even mind the stutter there, because at least it was a word and not just a ridiculous exclamation.

She was keeping her eyes on his face. And swallowed, as her hand ran out of distance to cross. Her fingers ran lightly over her folds at first, just catching some of the wetness for a smoother glide. "Right now? I'm thinking about how hot you are." Inane, maybe, but she was just trying to get her brain back together. Kinda. The way she was easing her middle finger between the folds was a prelude to doing the opposite. "And how hot you have to be to get me doing this for you." The last two word were kind of a sigh, which she wished had been an affectation on purpose, but it was really just a happy accident.

"And when am I hotter?" Hyacinthe asked, unable to drag his eyes away from her hand, no matter how much he would have liked to look into her eyes. "When I'm bent over you, deep inside? Or when I'm kneeling before you, mouth wet? Which one makes you wetter, cherie?"

"Don't make me choose," Xanthippe whined, her face wrinkling up for a second because favorites were serious business. Or she was ridiculous, one of those. The finger pushed deeper, then pulled out slowly, trailing upwards and bumping over her clit. It made her hum out a low moan.

"But I like it when you kneel," she said, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue while her hand spread her slickness over her clit. "When you, like... When I feel your tongue but at the same time you, like, look up at me." She teased the bundle of nerves with two fingers. Made her a little bolder again. "Like you're hungry. Like it's as good as getting to put your dick in me."

"You make it sound like it isn't," Hya said, uncoiling from his splayed position on the bed. "Do you know how good you taste? How sexy you sound when you moan? The expression on your face when my tongue is as deep inside you as it can go?"

Like right now. Hyacinthe was hard again - impossible to be with this show before him - but it was her pleasure that was making his throat dry and his cock jump.

"You're the only one I know who thinks that."

Which wasn't to say she didn't think others were out there. It was just that she hadn't found them yet.

But right this second, all of that was secondary to how she was feeling. And she was feeling good - not to mention turned on enough to not get trapped by self-consciousness about the way her hand moved over her, two fingers pushing in while her palm pressed down where the fingers had just been. Her voice was raspier than before. "So guess I don't know how good I taste."

"Would you like to find out?" Hyacinthe asked, voice a warm husky whisper in her ear.

Look, when his voice did that, was there even more than one answer possible?

"... Yes."

Whoops, that was kind of a moan.

Hyacinthe took her hand, his fingers trailing down her inner arm in a caress all their own. He pulled the palm up to his mouth, pressed a kiss to the center of it...

And then wrapped her fingers around the smooth glass.

"Then use this," he told her, pupils so blown there was barely a hint of brown around the black. "I wish to see you ride this."

Xan's skin felt electrified when she could just barely feel his fingers against it. It made up for the tragic loss of the sensation of her fingers.

And then she felt the glass, cool and hard against her palm and her fingers as they wrapped around it, and that made her breath hitch.

This time, she only really managed an unsteady nod. But that conveyed enough, right? Especially when she brought the glass dildo between her legs. First, just to tease just a little, pushing the head only barely between the folds, getting it wet. But that didn't last long at all. She was ready and she needed more, right now.

So she shifted just a little on the chair again, making sure she had room to work, so to speak. And then? She was wet and ready enough that the toy began sliding in without much resistance when she pushed it, the rounded head disappearing inside her and tearing a slightly louder moan from her because yes, yes, that feeling was exactly what she needed.

Hyacinthe cursed in Tsingani, the gutteral syllable falling from his lips as he watched Xanthippe pleasure herself. "I have never been so jealous of a toy in my life," he groaned, hands balled into fists to keep them off his own flesh. "You are a good girl, cherie, you are..."

Such a good girl.

And yet, only a few minutes later, he was gently taking it away.

That was not how you treated a good girl, Hya!

Xanthippe immediately made a noise of confused, disappointed protest. (So, yes: a whine.) "What, whyyy?"

Okay, maybe that was exactly how you treated a good girl.

Hya had to close his eyes and count briefly. He could feel the way she clung to the toy, could so easily imagine it was himself she was clinging to. "Because," he murmured, "you wanted a taste."

And held the tip up to her mouth. Offering, not demanding.

And just like that, Xanthippe's eyes went wide.

"Oh."

The offering part of it would matter later, when her brain processed this. But, right this moment, she was far gone enough that she might've been fine with demanding, too. The end result was the same: her wetting her lips and exhaling a breath, then leaning in just to close what little distance was left before she licked the tip, swirling her tongue around it.

She might not have been comfortable, and then Hya would have offered his fingers. Still uncomfortable, his lips, after bathing all of them within her.

"You see?" he asked, his voice a low rasp. "How intoxicating you are? The sweet and then the tang? The way it lays on your tongue, until you need more. Another nuzzle. Another lick. Damn everything else, for one more taste of you."

Xanthippe was watching his face as he talked. Between that, and his voice, and his words, and the taste on her tongue - her taste on her tongue - it was all a pretty heady feeling.

"You're ridiculous," she murmured.

But he was not.

And even if he was, what was she when she went ahead and kept her eyes on his as she took a second, long, thorough lick up over the head of the toy?

Sexy as all hell. That's what she was. Sexy as all hell.

He leaned down to catch her mouth with his, needing to kiss her again.

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