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

"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.

Xan did most definitely not object.

In fact, she responded with fire, immediately seeking to make it deep and urgent. If her taste was on her tongue then it needed to be on his, too.

She wasn't wrong. Hyacinthe kissed her, hard and demanding. His tongue licked over hers, searching out the taste of her essence, then claimed the rest of her mouth for good measure.

He drew her up out of the chair and then sat down himself, bringing her back down onto his lap with her legs on either side of his. His cock was like fire, pressed against the soft skin of her ass, but he did not bring it forward to press against her sweet heat.

No, instead he sprawled, keeping her legs opened wide, and brought the toy back to her entrance.

Unlike last time when he'd tried to bodily move her, Xan moved so willingly that she might as well have been hypnotised to do it.

The anticipation was like a big knot in her stomach. She gasped first at feeling his cock against her skin. And then at feeling the familiar glass again.

And, she remembered. What she'd have to do to actually get what she wanted. "Please," she said, looking into his eyes. "Please, Hya. Fuck me?"

Was that good enough? She sounded half-desperate with need, at least.

It was almost too good. His cock twitched against her and he groaned, biting at her shoulder. "You are a good girl," he said, and slid the glass in, slow and certain, watching it disappear an inch at a time.

The first few strokes were soft, almost gentle. And then he chuckled, low in his throat. "Wait-what did you ask me for, cherie?" He knew. He just wanted "Say it again."

He was treated to a loud moan, with zero effort to hold it back, as the toy finally entered her again. Because it felt like a 'finally' even though it had basically been like a minute.

But the slow strokes were torture. He knew that, right? They were ridiculous slow pleasure rolling through her, but they were also torture. Which made her almost glad to hear his question because clearly she needed to reiterate.

Her hand also ended up in his hair. Grasping, tightly. "Fuck me," she said. "I want you to fuck me." And that would've probably been enough but you know what, might as well give him extra incentive. "Hard. Rough. Until I come right here over your lap."

He should have put a condom on. Because those long seconds between when she came for him around the toy and when he pushed her over and made her do the same for him were going to be torture.

"Good girls get what they ask for," he moaned, and buried the toy inside her, his other hand filling itself with her breast. There was no mercy in his thrusts, loving the feel of it slamming into her.

Xanthippe was out quips and clever retorts. Effective immediately, she was exchanging those for a sort of continuous noise of pure pleasure. Moans and gasps and increasingly desperate little keening noises.

Because what else was it than pure pleasure to feel the toy pumping into and out of her, each of the smooth ridges along the shaft sending out ripples of sensation in quick succession? She'd loved it when it had been just her and the toy, and to have him have his merciless way with it was a whole other level of intensity.

This was not going to take long at all.

And than the One God for that because Hyacinthe wasn't sure how long he had in him. He pinched a nipple, bit down on her shoulder. "Rub your finger over your pearl," he whispered. "Touch yourself, Xanthippe, do..."

So he just wanted her completely overwhelmed, huh? Sure, she could go for that. By which the narrative meant that she probably would've gone with just about any suggestion of his, right now. It was easier than trying to form thoughts of her own. Especially with the stinging on her shoulder and his hand on her breast.

Sure, she was now rocking just a little bit against the toy as he slammed it into her, but that wasn't based on a thought, that was based on need!

She reached down, just above where the toy was stretching her. And her touch wasn't particularly gentle, because gentle wasn't cutting it, so, rough and kind of haphazard rubbing it was. And it turned all her noises into whines, her eyes finally closing and her brows knitting together with the effort of it all.

-- and then it all paid off, with a strangled sort of "oh, Hya, I'm, I'm" that just dissolved into her choking on air and then a deep, honestly pretty guttural moan as she showeved her hips down and every part of her body tensed right before the anticipation finally snapped into release with the toy buried deep inside her giving something solid for her muscles to flutter against, spent.

Hyacinthe bucked up against her back, needing to rut against something to take the edge off. As much as he wanted to throw her on the bed and just take off where the dildo had ended, he wasn't sure how sensitive she was. She'd gone hard, like he'd said, and it was possible she was just...done.

He'd wait to ask, giving her another moment to recover.

Though he did pull the toy out from between her thighs. And licked it. Blessed Elua, she was delicious.

And there he went, putting any residual confusion about his preferences aside, sliding the glass into his mouth to suck every bit of her juices from it.

Well, that was a sight for her to open her eyes to. She went from blissed out and drowsy to completely wide-eyed in approximately half a second.

"... Oh my God."

Could you die from terminal hotness? Because Xan was suddenly feeling like maybe you could. Also her mouth was dry.

She could still feel the occasional flutter of her muscles, something like a ghost of the toy and its impact, and that just made what he was doing now about ten times hotter because it made it real and ridiculously intimate, and, yeah.

She let out a whine.

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