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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[sampippy]

The noises Xanthippe made when she felt his mouth, his face against her were not pretty or dignified and honestly even she didn't think they should be, because they were pure. Pure pleasure and pure need, and she pushed back against him some on instinct even before she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her back.

He was making an effort to pull himself back from the brink, but pushing her right up to it in the process, to the point where when she felt his cock enter her again - only moments since the last time yet with wholly different sensations involved - she was surprised she didn't unravel immediately. Her loud, fragmented moan said a lot about what stage she was at, though.

Actually, maybe it was more of a yell. No words, just... noise.

Her hands dropped back down on the bed, grabbing at something to hold on to. Also, yes: she was as slick and wet and open as she could be. When it came to that, harshness was not going to be an issue.

[vrajna_kralis]

Hyacinthe gripped her hips, hard enough to leave marks behind on her skin. That first thrust into her was like heaven, enough to make his head swim. He almost didn't want to pull back out, content to feel her move and clench around him.

But the aching clawing need she's stirred with her mouth wouldn't let him stay. He reared back, gripping her tighter, and practically slammed her onto his dick. Again and again and again he fucked into her, hard and relentless.

Sweat on his palm made his grip slip forward. No matter - he reached between her legs and pressed his fingers against her pearl, playing with that while he chased the completion he could feel rising up inside him.

[sampippy]

Now Xanthippe was the one who was too far gone. She was gripping the sheets for dear life, and with the way her head was down her cheek rubbed against the bed on some thrusts, and she was making desperate, continuous keening noises. There was nothing in her world except the feel of his tight grip on her hips, his cock bottoming out inside her, his hips smacking against her ass over and over and over again. And the dirty thrill of it all, starting with her posture: head down, ass up.

She didn't really need the extra stimulation. The release was already on its way, but the first few seconds of him playing with her clit just sealed the deal. The sound she made as she tensed up was guttural. Then it dissolved into whimpers as she felt herself begin to pulse harshly around him, pleasure coursing through her veins and her ears filled with white noise for a second.

[vrajna_kralis]

There was no way he could continue through that. Not with the way her whole body tightened, squeezing every inch of him and pulling him in deeper. Not with the noises she made ringing in his ears.

Not when he was already so close.

He gasped at first, feeling the electricity crawling down his spine. And then cried out her name as he emptied himself hard enough to make his back arch. For one wild moment, he wondered if the sheathe could hold it all.

And then, arms still wrapped around her, he slowly slid to the side, unable to keep himself upright. Or do anything more than lay back and breathe and wait for the world to right itself again.

Blessed Elua.

[sampippy]

Yeah, Xan was just... slowly slumping down like a deflating balloon or something, until she was comfortably face and belly-down on the bed. Except it wasn't like, super comfortable, but whatever, it was good enough for someone who was still mostly focused on feeling the insistent throbbing between her legs as it was subsiding.

Sweet Jesus.

[vrajna_kralis]

"I do believe I am done for awhile," Hyacinthe said with the lightest huff of a laugh. "And possibly in desperate need of a nap."

[sampippy]

"And a shower," Xanthippe mumbled. She was sweaty and between the crying jag of earlier and the intensity of what they'd just been doing, her makeup was in complete ruins.

But that was definitely a post-nap thing. Judging by how she wasn't moving.

[vrajna_kralis]

"More dinner," Hya added. "Meat."

The carbs had been great for lunch but, damn, after all that, they needed a serious refueling.

...Also after a nap. It was everything he could do to remove the condom and throw it away, fingers clumsy now with exhaustion.

"Rest?"

[sampippy]

Xanthippe made a vague noise that was probably affirmative. That theory was also supported by how she put the rest of her remaining energy into inelegantly rolling so that she could curl up against his side. And then stay there. For rest.

She hadn't even bothered opening her eyes at any point. Or pull the strands of hair away from her face where they went right across it.

"Love you," she exhaled.

[vrajna_kralis]

A quiet pause as Hya found himself smiling up at the ceiling, his arm sliding around Xanthippe. "And I you, cherie." He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

[sampippy]

Xan sighed a faint 'mmmh', and fell silent.

God, there'd be so much for her to process about this. But, later. Processing was a post-rest thing.

[vrajna_kralis]

Oh Blessed Elua yes. Processing involved more brains that she really ought to have after all that, so far as Hyacinthe was concerned.

For now, though, he just held her tighter and drifted off.

[sampippy]

And that made it really easy for her to drift off too. Feeling safe in his arms - although mostly just really, really exhausted.

He was the best surprise visitor a girl could hope for.