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

[sampippy]

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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[vrajna_kralis]

"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.

[sampippy]

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.

[vrajna_kralis]

"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."

[sampippy]

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.

[vrajna_kralis]

"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.

[sampippy]

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?"

[vrajna_kralis]

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.

[sampippy]

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?"

[vrajna_kralis]

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."

[sampippy]

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."

[vrajna_kralis]

"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.

[sampippy]

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.

[vrajna_kralis]

"Last chance," he warned, wrapping her hair over his fist until it was snug against the base of her skull. "Apologize and perhaps I won't take your mouth as hard and heavy as I please. Won't make you slap my leg thrice to wordlessly beg me to stop."

Threats and warnings were all part of the game, but he wanted to make sure she knew she had a way to call it all to a halt, even if she could not speak.

[sampippy]

Was he sure he had to go home and not stay with her forever? Preferably in bed. Because goddamn.

She couldn't even tell how much of the shivers down her spine were for the threats abd how much for the consideration right under the surface. She only barely kept herself from whimpering.

Okay, no, a little bit escaped. But apart from that, she stayed defiant. "No," she said, even shaking her head - though only as little as his grip allowed. "I don't have anything to apologize for. And even if I did, you haven't earned one."

[vrajna_kralis]

"Mayhaps not," he admitted, "but you have earned this."

And with more care than the harsh tone of his voice would suggest, he pulled her face down, angling himself up towards her mouth.

Don't bet on that gentleness lasting terribly long, Xan. They both knew what was coming, he just wanted to make sure she was ready for it.

[sampippy]

Just like she expected him to, by now.

She made to resist his cock, even if it was for just a few seconds of letting the head bump against her closed lips before they parted for him, her eagerness showing through her feigned resistant act as she sucked him down.

And yes, she was readying herself for what was coming, for what she'd offered and what she'd found herself wanting to experience. Doing her best to relax her throat, and bringing both her hands against the edge of the bed on either side of him.

[vrajna_kralis]

He murmured something to her in liquid French, filthy endearments and encouragement falling from his lips. He pushed her hair away from her face, smiled down at her...

And then fucked deeply into her mouth with one smooth, long motion. And then didn't stop.

[sampippy]

Loss of control was a heady feeling. And trust was one, too. Because that was what this was, right? Her trusting him to stay on the good side of sleazy.

While letting him use her like a toy.

The moan mixed with something of a soft gagging sound at the first thrust probably did well to encapsulate both parts of this. Her eyes, looking up at him, were big and dark, and she was not pulling away from the motions of his hips.

Going from Mean Girl to good girl was easy because he made it easy.

[vrajna_kralis]

Was it wrong that little gag made him swell a little harder?

His hand traveled to the back of her head, knotting there at the base to keep her head still - and, every so often, to pull her forward, to thrust in deeper. "You like this," he murmured, every word a soft caress. "I can see it in your eyes. Such a filthy girl, to get off on this so much."

His voice was warm and full of pride. "Letting me use this lush mouth of yours over and over again...just to pull away and spend all over your perfect, pretty tits. Letting me mark you. I bet you're so wet for all this, I'll need to use that toy again. Bend you over the bed and fuck you with it..."

It was getting harder to focus on what he was saying, each thrust getting him closer to unraveling.

[sampippy]

It was only wrong if it was also wrong that it made her feel a throb between her legs. Honestly, it was for the best for them both to be attracted to the sound and feel of it, because the gagging was hardly an isolated incident. It wasn't anywhere near every thrust, but especially when he pulled her head closer, well, it was only natural.

And, Jesus Christ, sweet Elua, whoever -- this was a whole new mindset for her, a whole new state of mind to be in, where so many things seemed like she shouldn't have been into them but she was, from the hand gripping her hair and the gagging around his cock, to the way her chin bumped against his balls when he thrust in deep.

The obvious pride in his voice was a contrast to everything, and even though in the heat of the moment she didn't need one, it also felt like permission, like affirmation that it was okay for her to be as wet from this as she was, that it was okay not to care that there was maybe an excess of saliva happening, that it was okay to pretty much be craving and anticipating the warmth of his come on her breasts.

Yeah, he was 100% correct about the need for the toy.

The moan around him was involuntary, and as loud as it was muffled, and the big eyes looking up at him blinked several times and looked almost pleading.

[vrajna_kralis]

"Or maybe you don't want the toy," Hyacinthe said, voice ragged. Everything around him was warmth and wetness - that excess of saliva just made it slipperier and therefore sweeter - and he knew better than to think he had long. "Maybe you don't even want me to fuck between your sweet breasts. Maybe you want me to pull out of you mouth, push you facedown into the mattress, and fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked in your life."

He thrust into her extra deep then, her chin against his sac an extra torment, they were so high and tight and sensitive.

The first thing he was going to do when this was all over was gather her into his arms and teach her the word for 'magnificent' in all the languages he knew.

[sampippy]

Oh, Xan definitely made a strangled gagging sound at that one, the way his cock bumped against the back of her throat.

The sound that followed was a whimpery moan because all his options sounded amazing, and she didn't have a way of communicating a preference, and she didn't even have a real desire to. She wanted him to do whatever the hell he pleased to her. She wanted to feel used and loved and overwhelmed, and he was going to accomplish all three no matter what he did, because he was already accomplishing all of them.

[vrajna_kralis]

Hyacinthe thought about it for a few more strokes. And then realized that if he thought about it much longer, the decision would be made for him.

"Your mouth is a menace," he growled, pulling her off of him. His cock glistened in the light from her room, a deep red and possibly harder than he'd been in his life. And he didn't give up his grip, either, first angling her face so she'd have to look at his dick, see what she'd done to it, and then dragging her carefully up to the bed. "I want to come deep inside you," he whispered in her ear.

His hands reached for a condom, trembling almost too badly to open it. In times like this, he was very much aware of how not second-nature these were to him, even now. "Bend forward," he ordered. "And spread yourself open for me. I want to see your pretty cunt before I claim it."

[sampippy]

Her eyes had been big before, but somehow they went wider still when presented with the evidence of her effect on him because yeah, that was -- that was like a snapshot from porn, except this was her actual life, this was happening, he was that hard from thrusting into her mouth.

She whimpered.

... And again, at his whispered words.

Her jaw ached and she didn't even notice. Her mouth was free but words seemed to have deserted her. His were the ones that mattered, right now. She dropped to her knees on the edge of bed, then bent forward, using her hands for support only until the side of her face was pressing against the mattress. Her knees were spread far apart, and her ass was in the air, and she reached back with slightly trembling hands to spread herself further, expose more of herself to him. For him.

Between her legs, she was wet to a glistening, and puffy from all the bloodflow in an opposite direction from her brain. They were a matching set of a sort.

[vrajna_kralis]

With a groan, Hyacinthe leaned over to give her an open-mouth kiss, right where she gleamed the brightest, his tongue brushing over her to claim some of that wetness for himself. It got all over him, until his face was just as shiny and damp as hers; his nose was pressed against her, his cheeks soaked in her.

He finished rolling on the condom, then reached up to hold her hips still, pulling her back against his mouth while his lips and tongue sought out her pearl, laving it over and over again. He needed a moment to come back away from the precipice, to make sure she was wet and lax and ready for him.

Because as soon as he knew he wouldn't spend on his first thrust, he was scrambling up to his feet and pushing inside of her with the same careful brutality that he'd claimed her fucking mouth.