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

See, yeah, that was exactly the kind of thing that almost made her literally stumble as she was kicking the jeans off her feet. That had no right being as hot as it was.

But her jeans were off, her panties were off, he'd taken care of her bra a long while ago and honestly, who even knew when her shirt had come off but it was like the least surprising thing that she'd lost it shortly after he'd arrived. And so she was naked, and crawling right back onto his lap, where she reached to drag his shirt off, because maybe she wanted to look at him whilst she was fucking him, too!

He was just fine with that, pulling the colorful chambray over his head with complete disregard for any of the buttons. And then with a bit of sleight-of-hand, he produced a condom, holding it up between his fingers. "Would you do the honors, cherie?" he asked. "For the very selfish reason of wanting your hands on me again."

... And just like that, he'd won the award for Sexiest Producing of Condom (from out of thin air or otherwise). Though to be fair, she was far more used to fielding immediately disqualifying entries such as the perennial 'but do we really need one?'

Still, it was hot, and her rough little laugh attested to that as she took the condom from him. She tore the wrapper carefully, then tossed it aside (hoping to remember to pick it up later or she was going to get yelled at by her roommates) so she could reach for him again.

And because he'd earned it, she gave him another few quick strokes before actually rolling the condom on him. But then she did, and once she had? Well, she wasn't interested in waiting around, so she was already shifting to line their hips up.

The concept was still foreign to Hya; in Terre D'Ange there were no need of such sheaths. But here, there were no blessings of Eisheth and so he had become accustomed to their use. And would hardly expect Xan to do otherwise - and certainly not insist.

And if his reward was a bit of rough relief? All the better.

He guided himself up, just breaching her entrance before he let go, bringing his hands up to grip her hips instead. "Hard?" he asked, looking for confirmation before dragging her down into his lap.

Xanthippe's hands ended up on his shoulders, for now, and while almost all of her focus was going towards the anticipation around their hips and the very already-present sensation of just the tip of his cock at her entrance that made her muscles flutter in response, she could still also appreciate the feel of muscles under his skin, under her hands.

She bit her lip again. "Uh huh." It was about as eloquent an answer as the question had been.

He pulled her down, snapping his hips up to meet her halfway, his groan loud as he felt the sweet relief of being surrounded by her, soft and wet and lax with need.

"Ride me, Xanthippe," he sighed, still holding onto her.

His groan mixed wonderfully with her moan, which maybe wasn't as loud but was still just as full of feeling. If lust and the initial rush of fulfilling a craving counted as feelings.

Because she'd developed a definite craving for the sensation of his cock filling her up since he'd shown up behind her door. And somehow it felt even better than she'd imagined, or than she remembered.

She didn't have a pithy quip to offer. But she could pull her hips up some, a little slow only because she was getting familiar with the movement. The thrust down to meet his hips again was decidedly quicker. "Oh, Jesus."

Hya kept his hands on her hips, helping guide her to the rhythm until he felt her taking over, moving under her own power. Then his hands stayed there, just holding on while he slid into her. Every slide out was an agony until her warmth was surrounding him again. "I think...cherie," he panted in her ear, "...you should stay naked for the whole time I am here, and I'll devote myself to finding new ways to make you cry out that way."

He remained the only person she knew who could use words like 'devote' in this context and not sound hopelessly hokey.

Her very thoughtful response was kind of a 'hnng', followed by a laugh that was more of a rough bark. "Maybe?" she said, right before another slide down on his cock that made her other words come out more haltingly. "Guess you don't wanna go... for a walk across campus."

It was the accent.

"What else is there to see that could possibly compare to this?" he asked, his hand sliding down to play with her pearl once more, just to complete the picture.

It was the accent, yeah.

Whereas Xanthippe's own unremarkable Manhattan drawl decided to just turn into a full-on verbal keysmash for a second. Like, no words, just an incoherent noise. So, guess she was sensitive right now, good to know.

Definitely made the thrusts a little more erratic too, for at least the length of one or two of them.

That noise made Hya full-on grin, boyishly pleased with himself at least until she decided to return the favor, working him over harder and faster. "Elua, please, Xan, have mercy," he said, letting his head loll back onto the couch.

"No."

Because he'd gloated, with his grinning. And for that crime, he clearly deserved the punishment of... her trying to ride him into the couch?

Yeah, that tracked.

Whatever, her hands were gripping his shoulders pretty tightly, now, because that helped give her a little more support for the way she was moving up and down on his lap, rolling her hips against his with great intent, because the rush of pleasure from his hand had really kicked things into gear.

That was fair. Harsh, but fair.

"Then you leave me no choice," Hya sighed, cupping the back of her neck with a gentle hand. And then using that grip to bed her down for an intense kiss, hips thrusting up to meet hers, pushing their rhythm into overdrive.

Xanthippe would have liked to see him try for a kiss that wasn't intense, under these circumstances. But only rhetorically speaking, because actually, she didn't want anything but intensity from him right this second.

And he was providing it. The slight change of angle with her being hunched a little more forward to meet his lips now, and his added thrusts to meet hers from below were kind of a game changer.

And that meant she was muffling a desperate keening sort of a noise against his mouth, because she was suddenly mere seconds away from unraveling all over him.

Hya dragged his mouth away from hers. "I'd keep kissing you, but I want to hear you come," he told her, keeping his eyes on her face.

Blessed Elua, she was beautiful.

He felt his own release threaten, shocks slithering up and down his spine, balls heavy and tight, but he forced that feeling down. Not yet.

Xanthippe made another whimpery sound of protest as his lips left hers, but somehow his words immediately soothed that ache. And not just his words, but his eyes.

Which she was now staring into as she rode him a little roughly and a lot desperately, chasing her release, practically every muscle in her body taut with the strain and the want of it. Her lips were parted, allowing every kind of noise pass through freely: her panting breath, whimpers, gasps. His name.

"Hya, oh God --"

And even though she instinctively wanted to close her eyes, she didn't. Not even when it finally overtook her, midthrust, leaving her pulsing harshly around his dick while her hands grasped his shoulders for support and his name rolled out of her mouth again, this time in a rough moan.

Well, there went Hya's grand plan to try to hold himself back enough to try to give her a second. Not with the way she felt when she came, inner walls fluttering along his whole length, squeezing him almost too tight to be born.

He gazed up at her, mouthing the words 'beautiful' as she came, trying to keep from going over immediately as she rose him down into the cushions.

And instead, made it three, maybe four strokes before his vision sparked white and he arched up into her.

Restraint was clearly something they could work on a little later, not right now. As far as Xan went, her best stab at it was that she kept herself from just slumping bonelessly on his lap before he was over the edge with her.

She did, however, press her forehead to his. And then, once he bucked up into her, she pressed down against him, savoring the feel because while the biggest crash of her orgasm had subsided, the throbbing around him hadn't exactly stopped, not with the way those few thrusts of his had triggered aftershocks.

And yes, she'd caught the word he'd mouthed at her.

"Oh, my Xan," he murmured, burying his face in her hair. "You are a wonder." He was panting, trying to catch his breath, unwilling to shift her quite yet. He knew he had to move her before he went soft, but he couldn't help but linger in her heat.

He nuzzled her neck, trying to catch his breath.

She'd move in a second, promise. But he'd just sent another kind of pleasure through her, warmer and fuzzier and hitting all the affection-starved spots inside her, and so she was basking in that a little. While resting her head against his.

"Hey, Hya," she murmured, after a deep breath because right, breathing. "I really like you."

That was more terrifying to say than almost any of the dirty things she could've come up with, so it was best to just let it slip out in the relaxed afterglow when she couldn't overthink the horrors of expressing embarrassingly genuine emotion.

"I really like you, too, Xan," Hyacinthe said easily, no hesitation at all. He nuzzled her cheek. "Even those times you don't greet me at the door afire with need." He kissed her again, reluctantly easing himself out of her at the same time to dispose of the sheathe. "I will admit, though, I am fondest of those times."

Xanthippe snorted, softly, settling back down onto his lap, mourning the loss of one point of contact but still enjoying the rest. "I mean, it's pretty easy to be like that," she said, one hand creeping up to lazily twirl some of his curls around her fingers. "You're hot."

But it wasn't just that, really.

Hyacinthe smiled, fingers combing through her hair. "I would pretend to be affronted," he teased, "but I am feeling far too relaxed at present to truly make a believable go at it."

Leaning in, he let his finger brush along her cheek. "But I can say, with all sincerity, you feel good in my lap."

"Thanks."

... Good to know she could still feel lame about saying things around him, because she felt it immediately after saying that single word. But it still didn't feel like as serious a thing as it might have, a year ago.

Anyway, she was nuzzling his hand. "Really it's that you kinda showed up at the right time."

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