sampippy | Outside Xan's Apartment Building, Manhattan, NY, Saturday

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Outside Xan's Apartment Building, Manhattan, NY, Saturday

Xanthippe was having a panic attack.

Okay, no she wasn't. But it felt like the brink of one? Because she was on the sidewalk outside the building she lived in now, waiting for Hyacinthe, and up - way, way up - in her apartment she had stuff ready for his visit and a couple of gifts because maybe this'd be the last time before he finally went home, and what if he didn't like anything and what if she was a huge loser and what if --

Anyway. Outwardly, she was mostly cool? Just... standing there, beanie on her head and a coat on over her dress, fidgeting with her phone for lack of a better thing to do with her hands. She looked fine.

But she was going to internally flail herself to death if he didn't get here soon.

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If she thought for one minute he wasn't going to have her pressed against the wall while he did simply ridiculous things to her body, she didn't know him at all.

"So bossy!" he teased as they went along. "I might have to rethink some things!"

"No, you won't." And she hadn't promised to start earning her good girl credentials until they were in her apartment! But they were getting there. They made it back to the building, where a doorman let them in with a 'welcome back, Miss Voorhees' and a friendly nod at Hyacinthe, and so they'd at least made it into the lobby.

It was a very fancy lobby.

"I'm not behaving until after the door to my place closes behind us," Xanthippe informed Hyacinthe as she pressed the button to call the elevator down, reiterating the narrative's earlier point. "I need to, like, burn off some bossiness before that."

"I quite like it when you misbehave," Hyacinthe assured her, peeling her coat off. To be a gentleman, of course! They were inside now and he'd hate for her to be overheated. "Bossy, hmm?"

He was intrigued.

A gentleman, sure. That was exactly what it felt like when she ended up awkwardly tugging on the edge of her dress like there was a chance it'd ride up on its own, otherwise.

"Mm-hmm," she responded, even though she had no super grand bossy plans yet. Something would come to her! "Bossy."

"I can't wait to hear what your first order is," Hyacinthe said as the elevator dinged. He stepped back and bowed slightly, gesturing her forward - a movement made fluid from sheer habit.

Because that's just what you did for ladies, okay?

Xanthippe smiled at it. Okay, smirked, but that was maybe for why she reached out to yank him into the elevator with her. "As soon as the doors close, you should be on your knees in, like, worship," she told him in a whisper.

There hadn't been anyone else in the lobby. She knew they were pretty much guaranteed to be alone all the way to her floor.

And the button she pushed was in the double digits.

"You should raise your dress for me and let me see what I'm worshiping when I do," Hyacinthe countered, his eyes nearly black with need.

Seriously, his reactions never got old.

Xanthippe leaned casually back against the wall, more with her upper back and shoulders than her ass. Her hands crept down to the hem, and drew that up past her thighs.

Yup, still no panties! Fancy that.

The doors began to slide closed.

"On your knees, Hya."

Hyacinthe dropped to the floor with alacrity, close enough his knees brushed her feet. "Please, Xanthippe," he said, voice husky. "Let me see you."

"Only 'cause you said please."

Nope.

Her stance widened, and already he could probably see a tell-tale sheen at the very top of her inner thighs. Then she shifted her position to tilt her hips a little more forward, and he was able to see all of her: how rosy and plump and wet she was, slick enough for some of it to have ended up on her thighs with no fabric to stop it, yes.

Hyacinthe surged upwards to press his mouth against that wetness, his tongue seeking its source. There wasn't time for words, not even to praise her beauty; his taste from before was hardly enough to satisfy.

Was anything, really?

Xanthippe moaned quietly immediately upon first contact, her fingers pushing into his hair for a firm hold on them.

"Good."

No. But that amount was a tease more than anything else.

His agreement was muffled, his face buried between her thighs. His hands gripped her hips firmly, he was using his mouth alone for this, sucking and licking and lapping at her with less technique and more unrestrained greed.

They only had something like 22 floors' worth of time for this, so technique wasn't a requirement, especially when he was bringing so much feeling.

There was also something fumbly but urgent about the way one of her legs just... kind of somehow ended up over his shoulder? Shush, she was just making sure he had all the room he needed.

She thought it was pretty good thinking from someone getting so overwhelmed so fast, like she was.

Hyacinthe certainly approved and did his best to show her by giving her more of what she so clearly needed.

His cock was hot and heavy against his thigh, a deep ache in his midsection. But that didn't matter right now, not when he was drowning in her taste and scent and everything was beautifully perfect.

The only non-perfect thing was that Xanthippe had to keep her eyes on where the floor numbers were. Or at least she tried her best to? The occasional glance was probably good enough.

It had to be, because she also had to devote about half the time to looking down at Hyacinthe because the view was just too good to pass up. "Oh my God, you -- you l-look so hot right now." The words were jittery, and tapered off into a moan but hey, surely he'd appreciate the sentiment?

She could feel a coiling in the pit of her stomach, and tension in her legs, building and building.

Hyacinthe barely even heard her - and not just because of the way her thighs were framing his head. He was intensely focused on what he was doing, the way she moved beneath his mouth, his hands. His tongue played with her pearl until it was an aching point and then he sucked it into his mouth. He caught her essence, swallowing it down, slaking a thirst that went beyond the physical.

Elua's balls, he'd missed her.

Was it just Xanthippe, or was this somehow even more intense than usual?

She was pretty sure it was not just her. You know, in the way that she could be pretty sure of anything right now. Which wasn't very solid at all, because his mouth on her felt like he was intent on just devouring her entirely, like maybe she was a goddess and this was how he'd get to heaven. It was making her moan raggedly and make desperate little noises and sort of half-grind her hips against his mouth because self-consciousness was out the window when all she could really think about was how hard this had to be making him.

And that was the thought in her mind and on her lips, both equally muddled, as she suddenly and gloriously unraveled against his mouth, back arching, the fingers in his hair tightening, and everything under his lips and his tongue throbbing with her release.

And for one wild, glorious moment, all Hyacinthe could think to do was shove down his pants and sheathe himself inside her, to ride out the waves of pleasure deep within her.

It took more willpower than he cared to admit to draw away, to stand up and not fall upon her.

No, Xan was right there with him. Though her effort went towards not slamming the emergency stop button and begging him to take her up against the wall.

Getting a full look at his face again did nothing to lessen the urge. So she did the next best thing, and grabbed him to kiss him. It was rough and sloppy and kind of made it obvious this hadn't been one of those orgasms that left her feeling like she wanted to nap, but rather like she was greedy for more.

And then the elevator dinged, signaling they'd made it onto her floor.

"... Fuck, okay, we just need to make it across the hallway."

"Hard as I am, you expect me to walk?" Hyacinthe croaked, thought he was turning to face the doors as they opened anyway.

"If you plan to fuck me," Xanthippe told him, tugging her dress back down, "yes."

She tried taking his hand again, then leaned out first to peer down the hallway. There was no one there, which made her exhale a relieved sigh before she tugged him into the hallway and towards the nearest door.

At least she hadn't been kidding about 'across the hallway'.

"I'd not move for anything else," Hyacinthe assured her, walking stiffly behind her as fast as he could. "Elua's balls, Xanthippe, open your door or I'll end up shagging you against it."

Xanthippe wanted to be quippy about how that could also be arranged even after the door had been opened, but really, she was feeling pretty weak in the knees at just listening to him right now.

So all she actually managed was a whiny "I'm trying." as she fumbled a little with her key. Stupid goddamn smartlock bulls--

There. The door opened. "Oh thank fuck."

Hyacinthe pushed her inside, slamming the door behind them and shoving her up against the closest wall. "I need to be inside you, Xan. I need to be fucking you and I can't wait."

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