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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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.

More than offering. Was his mouth not so delightfully otherwise occupied, he'd have entreated her to do just that. There were worse fates in the world than having a lovely girl's wetness spread across his face.

He lapped at her, tongue circling around her clit and over her folds and then he was shifting her up just a bit so he could delve inside her, drinking down her honey as he fucked her with his tongue.

"Hya --"

So apparently either she deemed his fingers clean or she just needed her mouth for other things. Like moaning his name in deep, deep approval.

"Oh my God, f-fuck." And just random words, too, while her hips rocked just slightly against his face, against his tongue, some of her muscles fluttering with the building tension. "I love it, Hya, I love --"

She made the wonderful mistake of looking down, and her words dissolved into a groan.

He wrapped his arm around her leg, his hand slipping down between them, rubbing across her nub. But only idly, because most of his attention was down deep with his tongue. He was making noises deep in his throat, cock standing straight up in the air.

Exactly nothing about this felt idle when you were Xan whose brain was back to just completely short-circuiting. The noise she made at the first touch of his fingertips was not pretty, and she very emphatically Did Not Care. Everything was in overdrive now.

Her own hand came down to tangle itself rough in his hair, as if that would help her hold on longer. But it wasn't going to, not with the fevered and anxious way she moving on top of him now. Grinding down like she could help his tongue get deeper, and making gasping, keening noises at every little bit of rubbing that sent pleasure outwards from her clit.

"Oh my God, Hya, Hya --"

Yeah, she was seconds away.

The harder she ground, the further his head went, pressed against the bed. He could feel her tensing around his tongue, could feel the way her body was shaking around him. Her tight grip around him made it hard to move but he did, bringing his mouth back up to her clit, giving it a good, sharp suck.

... And she was done. She was gloriously and intensely just done, anticipation tipping over into release, need tipping over into gratitude. Because that was weirdly what she kind of felt as she came.

Though it probably wasn't obvious from her shivering or her little shout or the hand still pretty tight in his hair.

If she thought something as little as coming was going to convince him to stop, she was quite mistaken. Hya did ease back a bit, his tongue turning gentle on her, licking her softly. Xanthippe was sopping wet and he drank her down while she moved over him, an open-mouthed kiss that encompassed as much of her as he could.

God, Xan was waaay too sensitive for even his softer licking. You could tell by how she turned into a whimpering, shuddering mess - though not by how she didn't actually do a damned thing to stop him from overwhelming her.

Sometimes, being overwhelmed was the greatest thing.

But after a moment, after the most intense of it had subsided, she finally shifted off him to slump down next to him in a kind of a boneless heap. "Oh my Gooood."

Hyacinthe wiped at his face, sucking some of the fluid off his thumb, then rolled to grin at her.

"I take it from your reaction that my promise was upheld to your satisfaction," he said.

Xanthippe blinked her eyes open blearily - although her gaze got a lot more alert as soon as she saw his face. "Ohmygod," she said, "you're a mess."

And she sounded delighted and awed about it. And way too blissed out to find even shreds of self-consciousness about it.

Which meant he was getting some uncensored feedback. "That was so hot, like, holy shit. Like between that and your lap, I'm pretty much two for two on ways to ride you being amazing ways to get off. Like, you like tongue-fucking me like that is going on my list of faves, immediately."

The rest of her drowsiness was going to evaporate as soon as she'd look down his body. She just hadn't, yet, because his face was a thing to marvel (and babble) at.

Hya couldn't help the bolt of pride at her babbling. Xan could be very reserved at times and to hear her now, unselfconscious about her pleasure...yeah. He was quite pleased with himself.

He wiped at his face again, leisurely. "We need to find you a third way to ride me, just to make a set."

Xan watched him do it, enthralled. "After that, oh, I am so open to ideas, she said, snickering. But all this talk of riding him drew her gaze down along his body, and --

"... Oh my God."

Again, former spelling bee champion, right here! But, he was right to be proud: he'd managed to make her so preoccupied with her own pleasure that she hadn't really spared a single thought to the effects it would have on him.

Until right now, that was.

Hyacinthe stretched a little under her gaze, his erection tall and proud at his hips. "You'd not the first to say such," he teased.

It broke the spell enough that Xan rolled her eyes. "Don't be a smartass," she said, already pushing herself a little more upright. Or at least slightly up on one arm.

Also, ignore how her gaze was drawn immediately back down to his dick.

... Or don't, maybe?

"We had a deal," she said. "Do you want your part?" Because she kinda wanted to give it to him.

Yeah, Hya most certainly was not going to ignore that.

"Very much so," he said softly, dropping the teasing because this was important. "Achingly so, really."

God, just about any softness from him did things to her.

She was already shifting over to crawl between his legs. "Tell me how?" she requested with some softness of her own.

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