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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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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.

"Let's get you situated first," Hyacinthe said, because he might be aching but that was no reason not to do it right. "How would you be more comfortable? Bent over me as I lay? Or kneeling between my legs as I sit up right?"

Goddammit, Hya, you with your consideration. Just let her be over-eager!

Okay, no, she was good with that. Her head tilted. "Probably kneeling?" she said after a beat. "I can like, put a pillow under my knees or something." Plus her hair wouldn't get in the way as much.

"And the picture it makes," he said, voice husky. "So good. There is something absolutely wicked about seeing someone kneeling before you, focused on your pleasure."

He leaned in and whispered, "I'm going to feed you my cock an inch at a time, Xan, and you're going to take every bit of it."

That got something of a whimpery gasp out of her. It was like any time she let her guard down, he came out with something that threatened to completely knock her off her game. It was about as infuriating as it was thrilling.

And it was only the former because she hadn't really learned how to do it back at him, yet. "Jesus," she murmured, like an accusation. "Yes."

But, she was shifting off the bed, and reaching past him for one of the fluffier pillows so she could put it on the floor right by the bed.

He waited for her to get comfortable, then sat up and let his legs fall to either side of her. "This is a lovely picture," he sighed, slowly stroking his whole length. "Now then, cherie, I'd like you to reach out, wrap those pretty fingers around my shaft, and pull me in, just a bit. Kisses. Licks. A bit of teasing to remind me of my place."

"You're a nightmare," Xanthippe huffed, brushing her hair back, "so that shouldn't be difficult."

He wasn't a nightmare. She was just snarking because she felt comfortable enough to do so. And, anyway, it didn't last. Now that she was on the floor, now that she was at this distance - or lack of it - from his cock, she only had focus for one thing.

She shifted closer. Then reached to wrap her slim hand around his shaft, so much more assured about it than she had been a year ago. And while a part of her (really, to her own surprise) was a little impatient to get her mouth fully on him, he'd asked for teasing, and so that was what he was getting. She began with kisses, just pressing her lips against the side of his cock, not touching the head at all. First one side, then the other, and parting her lips only enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath between the softness of her lips, but nothing else.

Not yet.

His reaction might make it worth it, though. His head tipped back as he groaned, hips shifting a bit to counter the strain of not just thrusting up into her mouth. His hands buried themselves in her hair.

"Mmm, yes, good start," he murmured. "Then, just before I'm about to start begging you for more, take me in your mouth, as far as you can go."

"You don't want to beg?"

She wasn't about to change the rules of this endeavor on him, but she could still tease. Especially since she knew that her mouth was about to be way too busy with things that weren't drawled quips.

Still avoiding the head, her tongue darted out now, several times, letting him feel the warmth and the wetness both. First in tiny licks, then a couple more slower, more lingering licks where the head of his cock brushed against the outside of her cheek but her mouth didn't touch it.

That seemed like a move that should make someone want to beg for more.

So that was where she was cutting that urge off. Shifting just that tiny bit so she could open her mouth for him and take him in, the flat of her tongue dragging slowly along the underside while the tip brushed against the roof of her mouth and then - after a very brief adjustment - the back of her throat.

"Fuck."

Look, sometimes even fancy language deserted him. Like when Xan skillfully plied him with her mouth, taking him right to the edge of need and then giving him everything he could ask for right before he needed to plead for it.

He had more instructions, but Blessed Elua, a man needed a moment after that.

Xan was an overachiever. It meant she could follow instructions, yes. And to a T.

The noise she made around him sounded suspiciously like a chuckle, except thoroughly filthy what with being muffled by his cock. She held the depth for a moment, for as long as she could, then pulled back again.

But slowly.

"Do that again," he whispered. "And then suck me as hard and fast as you can until I bid you to stop." The fist in her hair grew tighter. "I like to play," he added, as if that were somehow news to her. "Vary pressure, speed...push me fast to the edge and then stop, tease me until I crave it."

The hand in her hair was sparking something of an animalistic desire in her, a sudden want to have him use his grip to keep her head where it was and go to town on fucking her mouth.

It was either a tragedy or possibly for the best she couldn't really tell her about it right now.

She huffed another vaguely amused and thoroughly muffled sound at the suggestion that 'I like to play' was news to her. But it was still a good reminder. And yes, just like he'd asked, she repeated her earlier actions. She pulled back so far that her lips just barely stayed around the tip of his cock - and then she took him back in, every last inch until he was brushing against the back of her throat again.

And on this pull back, she sucked on him like she wanted him to remember the way he'd put his lips around her clit, in turn. And from there, she went on to give him a taste of her unspoken desire from earlier. She was in control but some of her more feverish moves were sure to give him an idea of what it would be like to have free rein with her mouth.

"Xan..." Hyacinthe murmured, voice a lot more strained than it had been even a few moments ago. He hissed another curse, damning her beautiful, eager mouth. "You're making it impossible to try to keep still." His hips shifted under her, flexing slightly, going up against his need to fuck into her sweet mouth and his desire not to push.

Hot.

And also reason enough for her lust-addled mind to pull back and tease him a little. Or try and offer exactly what he wanted. Or maybe both.

The noise her lips made when they pulled off his cock with a pop was obscene.

Her wobbly smirk wasn't much better. "Who says you have to?"

Not to put too fine a point on it, but the noise he made when she did that was something not terribly far off from a whimper.

"I don't..." His hands were crushing the blanket. "I don't wish to make you uncomfortable..."

Words were hard. As was his cock, enough to pound nails, dear gods.

God, he was a mess.

And it was glorious.

And suddenly Xanthippe found herself tapping into her Mean Girl side. But, sort of for the common good? "Or are you just afraid you'll unravel way too fast if you do?" she drawled, her smirk taking on a positively wicked tilt. "Scared you won't actually make it between my tits at all?"

Oh, if that was the way she wanted to play it...

The hand in her hair got tighter, tugging her head back, just a bit. "It's your own fault if I don't," he growled, not bothering to deny it. "Starting to think you'd rather have me spend in your mouth anyway, the way you use that mouth of yours."

Judging by the raspy laugh as her head went backwards, that was exactly how she wanted to play it.

"Aren't you the one who got a little huffy about me saying you got too far gone, before?" she asked, taking the chance to wet her lips, which was in no way also an excuse to draw his attention to her lips and her tongue (like it wasn't there already). "And yet, here we are again."

"Keep this up, Xan, and I'll show you exactly what I can do to that mouth of yours," Hyacinthe declared, grinning a bit.

Turned out he really liked it when Xan decided to play, too.

And that grin made Xan feel like she was definitely doing something right, here.

Which was not dissuading her from continuing on the same path. So, she snorted. "You're all talk," she rasped, laying the derision on thick even as a smirk tugged on her lips. "Guys usually are."

But he was not.

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