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

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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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That kind of talking ranked easily above kissing, if you asked Xanthippe, because that kind of talk made her gasp and made her feel like her blood was rushing away from her brain and like she just generally wanted to climb onto his lap and never leave.

"Oh my God," she said, "deal."

"And what shall we do to ensure that you receive your fullest pleasure as well?" Hya murmured, trailing his fingers up and down her chest.

You know, it was really testament to how into him she was that she hadn't even really thought that far about herself in this situation, yet. So she paused before answering.

Or maybe it was because she had to bite at his lip. Because she did that, too.

"I mean, I have at least one idea," she said. "But I'm open to suggestions."

"Oh but first I wish to hear what you have to say," Hya said, grinning wickedly. "Whisper it in my ear."

"Okay but just don't get disappointed when it's not, like, creative," Xanthippe replied, serving her self-deprecation with a side of chuckle. She also knew that wasn't really a warning he needed - but she had to work her random bouts of self-consciousness out some way.

She leaned closer to his ear and dropped her voice to a husky whisper. "But remember what you said about... dreaming of the day when I ride your face against the mattress?"

She licked just barely at the edge of his earlobe.

"That could be today. That could be pretty much right now."

"Mmm." That lick gave him a little shiver down his spine. "Already ready to go, cherie?" he asked. "If I slid my hand down, would I once again find you soft and wet and willing?"

"Totally."

Well, getting there, anyway.

"But feel free to, you know. Check."

Hyacinthe sat up a bit straighter, hand on her chest trying to push her back down onto the bed.

She was going to ride his face, absolutely, but first, he was going to make her need it.

Xanthippe laughed at the pushing, but also flopped back willingly.

"Can't believe I forgot for a second how thorough you have to be about everything."

This was not a complaint.

"Wait, no, I know this one!" Hyacinthe laughed as his hand stroked down. "I am Extra," he declared.

His fingers parted her folds easily, two of them sliding around her pearl of Naamah to end up at her entrance.

The noise Xanthippe made was one part a laugh, one part a moan, and something she would've found entirely unacceptable in other company, regardless of the particulars of the moan-to-laugh ratio.

"Oh God, you are," she replied, while her legs parted further. "That's like, totally correct. You are extra AF." Of course she pronounced them as letters, yes.

Also yes, he was about to find her pretty slick and welcoming under his fingers.

He slid his fingers inside her, all the way up to his knuckles, leisurely spreading them out while his thumb rubbed lazy circles over her clit.

"True," he agreed, smirking. "And what you are, cherie, is wet."

Xanthippe whimpered, with no effort to hold it back.

"Told you," she murmured as her hips bucked up against his hand, just a little bit. Except maybe not so little.

"And I am going to get you wetter yet," Hya said, pressing his fist firmly against her entrance, just adding that extra pressure inside her. "But only enough to tease...until you are ready to shove me over and take what is yours."

Xanthippe groaned. "You're the worst." Yeah, he really wasn't. It was just her kneejerk reaction to even talk of teasing, and even as she said it, there was still something of a smirk on her face.

His hand was heaven and right now she was inclined to agree that yes, that was her due, same as his mouth a little later on. Her hips writhed against his hand. And one of her own hands slid to one of her breasts because they were just being awfully ignored right now. "Or maybe you're the best, I don't know. I just know I want to -- come on your face."

The pause was just from her pinching her nipple, and not anything else. Honest.

Absolutely, he believed her one hundred percent.

"And I want you to," Hyacinthe agreed, pleasantly, easing one finger out of her. His thumb brushed against that sensitive bit of nerves, but only barely, skimming along the top occasionally. "Just want you to need it enough..."

Well, he was getting her there. The skimming, the tiniest amount of pressure over her clit was torment and probably illegal or something, and she made a whiny noise of frustration at it.

But frustration was kind of the point. She recognized that, too. So she was letting it build because she knew that soon enough, it'd be bad enough to push her into action. Like, seriously, very soon: she could feel herself practically throbbing for it already.

She hissed some random cursing under her breath.

"Language, Xan," Hyacinthe scolded, like the veriest asshole. "I am shocked you would use that mouth for something so filthy."

He leaned down, ran his tongue over her clit just once, and then pulled his mouth away again.

Yeah, okay, that was it.

"I'll show you filthy," Xanthippe told him, already pushing herself upright with one hand while trying to push him onto his back with the other. Her voice was a little darker, a little raspier. "But only after you show me first."

Hya dropped back to the bed at the lightest touch, smiling up at her in welcome. "Come then," he urged, "and let me show you what this mouth can do."

One of the many good things about letting him get her worked up with his fingers first was that practically every shred of self-consciousness she might have had about this were just gone. All that was left was pressing need.

So she moved to straddle his chest, first, then shifted forward until she could get her thighs on either side of his head. Which meant she could lower herself down to meet his mouth, and she did not hesitate even a little bit before doing exactly that.

Eat up, Hya.

Oh happily. He had a feast arrayed above him and he'd not stop until he'd swallowed every drop.

The first thing he did was lick her, up and down, tongue broad and flat, collecting her taste on his tongue. And then he repeated the gesture from before, a lick over her clit, but there was nothing fast or light about it, his tongue pressing against her, over and over, until it was replaces by his lips and a hard suck.

"Ohhhh, Jesus."

Safe to say this was already about ten times better and more intense than his teasing fingers. She'd meant to keep her hips still for a while, but the sucking had her instinctively press down just the tiniest bit, right as it ripped a moan from her.

But, speaking of his hand... She reached for it and, slightly awkward though it may have been, brought it to her lips. Two of his fingers had been inside her up to the knuckles, getting coated in her slickness, and those were the same two fingers getting sucked into her mouth now.

He groaned into her folds, the feel of her mouth on her fingers reminding him of how good her mouth would feel on the rest of him later. Responding to that pressure from his hips with more, he pushed his chin against the sensitive flesh around her entrance, unafraid to use his whole face to give her what she needed.

Xanthippe moaned around his fingers. There was something weirdly forbidden-y about that, too, that made it all the more hot for her: the feel, the taste, the honestly pretty wild abandon with which she was sucking and licking them clean, her tongue moving between them and around them.

It was a small movement, but her hips rocked just a little bit against his mouth, his chin. She'd said that thing about coming on his face and honestly, if he was offering, she was willing to take.

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