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

Xanthippe was officially Stressed Out.

It was all over an essay, which wasn't even due until next Friday, but it was important and she had to get it perfect, because what if she didn't? What if she didn't, and she flunked out of the class, and she flunked right out of college, and her father would disown her and her mother would disown her and then she would have to move in with Kimmy and deal with that whole freak show and she would lose all status and purpose in life and probably, like, end up becoming BFFs with Kimmy's extra-weirdo landlady and getting matching tattoos in a crack den and --

Anyway, yeah, she was currently doing what any self-respecting college student would do in her situation: screaming into a pillow.

Thank Christ her roommates weren't home right now.

[ooc: NFB but open for texts/calls/surprise visits!]

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"Yeah?"

That was more a sigh than a question, really.

One of her legs was shifting, to hook over his hip.

Hyacinthe rocked against her, just letting her feel him between her thighs. "Could there be any doubt?"

"No." Okay, that one was a gasp and it was all his fault. Nngh. "I just like hearing you tell me."

She nipped at his bottom lip.

"I like how you feel on top of me, too."

"I have a confession to make," Hyacinthe said, lips twitching. "I could also be quite happy rolling over and being beneath you as well."

"That's not a confession," Xanthippe retorted, audibly amused. "I already knew that, too."

"Quite happy behind you?" he tried. "Bending you over and seeing how deep I can go?"

Xan's happy shiver was pretty obvious, with the way he was pressed against her. And right now, she liked it that way. If she could be open about better things than what had left her all red-eyed some moments ago, she would be.

"You've said that before, too," she said. "But you haven't, like... tried it." She affected her voice with a mock-sage, mock-sincere tone, batting her eyelashes at him. "I mean, I think you should try things before you say you like them."

"You make a compelling point," Hyacinthe said, shaking his head sadly. "You're saying the next time the mood strikes, I should make a point of bending you over?" His fingers trailed over her skin with teasing gentleness. "Would you like me to get a little...rough?"

The way she inadvertently gave a soft gasp was probably an answer in itself.

But an actual answer was more thrilling for every party involved. "Yes." And the thrill down her spine said it was the right answer. Her skin was turning into goosebumps under his fingers, and she nodded. "Yes. Oh, my God."

"I'd slide my hand into your hair," he murmured, fitting words to deed, "and knot it around my fist, right at the top of your neck. Bend you over and kiss you till your lips burned."

Xanthippe made a soft, whimpery noise of protest that wasn't really protesr at all. "It doesn't even make sense how hot that sounds."

Except it did, because it was another case of being able to trust completely that when he'd do things like that, he'd have her pleasure in mind.

"And, you'd..." she trailed off for a second, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "You'd go deep, right?"

"I'd bottom out inside you," Hyacinthe promised. "Every stroke until I can't take the pace anymore. And then I'd trade deep for hard, pounding into you again and again until you fell to pieces." His smile at her was more of a smolder. "Screaming, if I were truly lucky."

"I mean... I could see me going kinda hoarse for you." Impending doom was still motivating her to be open. To try and give as good as she was getting from him. "And like, that could probably do it. Especially if I was playing with myself, too, while you were fucking me like that. Like, I would probably be begging you to keep going."

"Is that the only toy you have?" Hya purred. "I'll not lie. A vibrator on your pearl does wonders for your pleasure, I hear." He nipped her neck. "And I can feel it, too, inside you," he whispered.

She could've honestly listened to him for hours.

"... I do have a vibe," she admitted, the pause before it mostly just a side effect of another shiver. Also she was now hooking her other leg around his hip as well. Because, she just wanted to be tangled up. "But I'm starting to feel like I should've taken you with me to one of the stores."

He might actually have been able to get her in through the door, for one thing!

Hya nipped her ear. "I would have convinced you to buy something to use on me," he whispered. "A ring, a toy, something. How would you feel, being the one to give it to me, hmmm?"

Her ear was immediately burning from the attention.

'Mmmmmh' wasn't really an answer, it was just her humming her appreciation. "I want that," she mumbled, not for the first time today. He had a knack for making her want things. "I would wanna give something to you. Or, or use something on you."

"Oh, cherie," Hyacinthe said with a chuckle that was downright filthy, "how I'd love to be used by you, any way you chose."

"You say that now," Xanthippe replied, reaching up to kiss him because she had to. "But it might be a different tune when you show up here next time --" And this was the only way she could actually refer to that because anything less than lustful was a massively sore subject. "-- and it's, like, a full dungeon in here."

"I suppose that 'tis true," Hyacinthe said, stroking his chin. "It'd be something much more excited, definitely in a major key..."

Xanthippe laughed, despite her best efforts not to. (It had not been a very thorough effort.)

"Even if I, like, have no idea what most of it even really is?"

"Then we would have to explore together," Hya pointed out, "while I read passages from the Trois Milles Joies to practice."

"The what?"

Oh, like she wasn't going to ask. Her brow furrowed, though, as her memory tried to dig things up.

"The three milli-- no, three thousand, what, joys?"

Hyacinthe beamed at her. "Indeed," he said. "A textbook for students entering the service of Naamah, outlining the three thousand basic ways to incite pleasure in a lover."

Xanthippe's eyebrows climbed high.

"There's no way three thousand things count as 'basic' anything."

Although that really served to explain, again, why he was so consistently disappointed in the quality of guys she met here.

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