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

Far be it for him to keep her at a distance. She wanted more? She wanted deeper? He would give her both and gladly. His tongue pressed into her mouth, his hands found her hips and pulled her closer to him, taking her weight to keep her pressed against him for as long as possible. "You sound..." He didn't finish, kissing her hard again.

Xanthippe would've asked 'what?' except that would've called for breaking the kiss for longer than she was interested in doing, so instead of that, she just made a vague 'mmm?' sound at him. Maybe he'd answer at some point, maybe he wouldn't. Was she that curious?

Maybe not.

Considering it felt like he was intent on just about devouring her, and she was inclined to let him.

He'd been going for something like 'stressed,' a weird mix of wired and also exhausted in every word. But that was less important than pushing her backwards until she bumped into...something?...and then kissing her while pressed against it.

Yes, much better than talking.

It was the couch. Sadly, the back of it, because otherwise Xanthippe would've just pulled him on top of her onto it. But it was not a hardship to be pinned between the couch and him, either. Especially because it still left her hands free to roam a little, which apparently meant that one slid down his side and back to his ass because hi, Hyacinthe.

They could talk just a little bit later.

"So, cherie," Hyacinthe whispered, long minutes later when he finally managed to pull his mouth away - not far, because even as he spoke, he was pressing kisses along her cheek up to her ear. "I don't want to be presumptive..." He nipped her earlobe. "...So tell me if I should stop." His hands inched up her sides until they were resting just under her breasts, their weight warm against his fingers. "Unless you'd rather I didn't stop at all."

Xanthippe had really missed him calling her that. It was dumb how a single word could send such a thrill through her, but it did. Of course, the way he worked his way up to her ear helped too. Suddenly, her face felt warm.

And it wasn't the only thing. "God, what would be the point if you stopped now?" she gasped, which probably made it clear that it was a rhetorical question. And if it didn't, well, maybe it helped when she gave him a little nudge with the intention of maybe getting them to the other side of the couch. "I haven't seen you in forever, you're not freaking stopping."

At some point they were probably going to remember the flowers. Maybe.

"I did not want you to think this," he ground against her, freer now that she had said this was what she wanted, "was the only reason I had come for you."

Had he stressed those last few words, purred them into her ear?

Very yes.

"But it's been so long since I've felt you around me that I'll not deny it was a factor as well. Blessed Elua, cherie, it feels so good to be pressed against you this way."

Good enough that he wasn't quite moving towards the other side of the couch just yet.

It had been almost a year since he'd been here last. And, here was the thing: a year was a long time. And even though Xanthippe hadn't been able to find anyone even half as good as he was around here, that didn't mean she hadn't gotten some practice in, in all her mediocre hookups and sext-y Tinder chats.

And that meant that she was a little more free and relaxed with her reactions than she had been last time. She gasped when his hips pressed against hers, and snickered quietly at the purred pun. It was hot, definitely, like 'hashtag byepanties, hashtag takemenow' hot, but she could also appreciate other aspects.

Also, she could put her own lips close to his ear, and ask, "Yeah, but how good is it gonna feel when I'm riding you on the couch?"

Hyacinthe looked at her in surprise and then laughed - not at her, but in delighted surprise. The Xan he'd visited last would never have been able to say something so freely. "I cannot wait to find out," he said, suddenly finding the will to move where she was pushing him. "I look forward to having my mouth on your breasts as I do."

He was still likely to meet some not-insignificant trace amounts of old Xan even during this visit. But she'd learned things about herself, and about not taking everything so seriously.

And he was a safe person to try that out on. Especially because he'd react like that (so no, she didn't take his laugh for anything other than what it was), and because he was not likely to embarrass her even if he decided to comment on this change in her.

It all added up to her pleased little smile at him as they moved. "Yeah, I thought you'd be into that."

Of course. A year was rarely long enough to change everything about oneself - and he would be disappointed if she had, as he had liked old Xanthippe, quite a bit. But he would hardly complain to discover some newfound confidence and that resultant loss of seriousness. If for no other reason than she deserved to know she was beautiful, desirable, and too good to change herself for others' opinions.

"I am in fact kicking myself for not having spent an appropriate amount of time fantasizing about this before," he told her. "And here, I thought I'd imagined all the ways I could have you. Then, not yet ten minutes in the door, you remind me of one I missed entirely."

"Wow, failll, Hyacinthe," Xanthippe told him, leading him around the couch. But kind of slowly, just because she wasn't interested in pulling at all away from him. So it was kind of a lot of shuffling.

But shuffling hips to hips led to a lot of friction, which was fine.

"But you can make it up to me --" Because somehow this was a fail that hurt her? Enough that it needed making up for? "-- by telling me about some of the versions you did fantasize about."

Wait? She wanted him to use his words? For her pleasure?

Yeah, he could do that.

"Well, most of the time when I thought of the couch, I imagined you perched on the back of it, naked, with your legs wrapped around my waist," he explained, his hand slipping up to fill his palm with her breast. "And then I would have picked you up and pushed you against the nearest wall to continue to give it to you, deep and hard whilst you moaned in my ear."

And this was a good example of how, even though she'd grown a little more comfortable with herself, he wouldn't have to worry about not having a very significant impact on her. Because she definitely gave a little gasp at his words. It was just that she also pretty readily pressed against his hand.

"Okay, we should totally do that later." She remembered his last visit vividly, okay. There was zero reason to pretend they were going to bang just the once. "Especially the wall part, because that sounds..."

She couldn't even find a word for it. After a few seconds of searching for one, she just said, "I want that."

"Oh yes," he agreed, licking up her neck. "I promise you we will." His hand pressed back, cupping her hard. "My other fantasy with the couch involved bending you over it, my hand in your hair and seeing how hard you can take it."

"Oh my God." Yes, that definitely hit some kind of a pleasurable spot in her mind, you could tell by the wide eyes. "Okay, that too. Might have to prioritize, 'cause my roommates are coming back in the evening, but I have a desk in my room that probably works too? I mean, the bending over's more important than the furniture."

She was still kind of babbly, but now some of it was dirtier.

"Also it would be nice to have, like, something better to associate it with than term papers and googling whether tears are bad for a MacBook keyboard." Also related to the term papers. "I mean, anything's a better memory than that, but if I can upgrade it to you pulling my hair and like, pushing me to my limits, I'll super take it." A beat. "I guess that goes for the memory and your dick both."

Hey, wait. They'd made it to the front of the couch. So, she gave him a light push so that he'd sit down. It meant giving up his hand for a second, but they'd live.

Hyacinthe sat, grinning up at her with open admiration. "You can have me wherever and however you wish, cherie. Over your desk, against a wall, on my knees..." He peppered her throat with kisses, keeping his hips up so they could open his pants. "I'll give you everything you ask for." Kiss. "Beg." Kiss. "Demand."

Xanthippe had missed that look, too. But really, any look of his because they all seemed to see something completely different in her than what anyone else saw, and it was always something she was greedy for.

She was straddling him, her knees on either side of him on the couch, and she knew she would still have to get up so she could get out of her jeans, but right now she was fine letting him distract her with kisses while she reached down to undo his pants. "If you'd texted me you were coming, I would've worn a skirt."

Just so he knew.

"But then it wouldn't have been a surprise," Hyacinthe said with a grin, his hands pushing her bra up out of the way because, Elua, he wanted to feel her skin under his hands. "Besides, did I tell you I was coming, I'd want you to greet me wearing nothing a'tall."

"Didn't say I was gonna be wearing, like, underwear under the skirt," Xanthippe pointed out, with a shiver because, Elua or no Elua, his hands felt great on her breasts. "So, like, still easy but without you trying to fuck me in the doorway."

Not that there was anything wrong with doing it in the doorway, provided the door was closed.

"'Tis a fair point," Hyacinthe mused, a hand slipping behind to unclasp the bra and remove it immediately. "Did I see you bare, I could not promise that I could do aught beyond fall to my knees and worship you with my mouth, before I even fully got inside."

He leveled a smirk at her. "But, believe me, I would have every intention of getting inside."

Xanthippe snickered a little, then ducked down to kiss him. Just a bit.

Mostly to distract him from how she'd managed to push his pants down, so that she could now wrap her hand around his cock.

Hya grinned up into that kiss - which turned into a groan as he felt her hand. "Cherie," he mumbled against her mouth, hips thrusting up into her fist.

Xanthippe looked far too pleased with herself for that groan. Not that he could see it, what with the kissing, but still.

Her touch was a lot more confident, this time around. She didn't hesitate before giving him a couple of strokes, slow but firm, making sure to drag the pad of her thumb along the underside and lightly brush it over the tip when she got to it.

"I am yours, Xanthippe, do what you will with me," Hya joked, sprawling backwards on the couch, eyes closed. "So long as you keep doing that, I welcome servitude gladly."

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