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 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."

And to think Xanthippe had at one point thought they'd had an actual shot at making it to a damned deli before everything went completely pornographic.

She wasn't thinking about any delis right now.

"Please," she gasped, her hands already fumbling to undo his pants or to pull up her dress, or both. There was something about him that always seemed to short-crcuit her brain a little.

Hyacinthe reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom with uncommonly clumsy fingers. It slipped from his hands and fell to the floor. "Shit!" he spat.

"Leave it."

See? Short-circuited.

... Okay, not entirely, because since his last visit she'd actually made some birth control related changes, but she maybe hadn't meant to bring it up to discussion in the heat of the moment. Though judging by the insistent if clumsy undoing of his pants, she was less intent on discussing and more on just informing him.

"But--"

Hyacinthe's protest was strangled and quickly dropped it. Because if she was certain, he would hardly argue against it. It was still a strange habit to him.

As soon as his pants were free, he growled, "Brace yourself against the wall."

That was a blissfully short protest. And the growl was a much better thing. Xanthippe would've gone weak at the knees if that hadn't pretty much already been a constant state for her.

There was something scrambly and uncoordinated about the way she turned away from him, but at least the wall was a solid thing for her to plant her hands against. Her dress was already hiked up, bunched up around her waist.

She looked back at him over her shoulder.

"Like this?"

Hyacinthe didn't answer; not with words anyway. He simply stepped behind her, hand around the base of his cock, and thrust into her with a single stroke. "This is what I needed," he growled into her ear, one hand tangling in her hair, his other gripping her hip in a hard grasp.

And just like that, every part of her felt like it was on fire, or electrified, or something, and the ragged moan that escaped her proved it.

Her back arched, and her head tipped back at the feel of his hand in her hair. She was slick and tight around his cock, and oh so aware of how there wasn't anything at all between them. Not this time.

"Oh my God."

He tilted her head and murmured into her ear, "You are so wet." And then he licked down the smooth, pale column of her throat and bit down where it met her shoulder.

There was nothing between them and he reveled in it.

Xanthippe hissed at the bite, but it was a good hiss. She could feel her nipples hardening into peaks under her bra, under her dress. The awareness of how they were both still halfway clothed was a rush on its own, somehow.

"No kidding," she sighed. "And you're so hard."

Inane, but accurate!

"All for you," he panted, pulling her hips out a little further so he could thrust harder, faster. "Damnation, Xanthippe, how are you this perfect?"

"Because you make me this perfect."

The words were a whimper, and this was the only sort of moment he would find her just accepting his claims of perfection like that.

Her head was tipping forward and her nails were trying to dig into the wall for a better hold against the way her body moved with his movements, and she felt just about ready to unravel already. No surprise, really, with the way the elevator had left her feeling.

"I wanted to take my time with you," he said, his hand leaving her hip to fill itself with her breast. "Wanted to kiss you everywhere and make sweet love to you."

He pinched her nipple, leaving it a standing point. "Instead I find myself mad until I have a chance to possess you entirely....just...like...this." His last words were punctuated by sharp snaps of his hips.

Maybe later, Xanthippe would gloat about how despite their best-laid plans (pun not intended), he'd once more ended up too far gone for any of the finesse those required.

But right now? Maybe it was the words and his hand and the angle of the sharper thrusts. "You're gonna possess me in so many new waohhhhhh my --" Her voice was a sultry sort of panting, until it dissolved into a considerably louder moan, and then died off abruptly into something more like choking on air. She'd never come on his bare cock before, so... that was an experience. And a little abrupt.

But if he could withstand it once, he might get to coax another one out of her. So there was his probable incentive to try, at least.

As much as he would love to counter her gloating with some crowing of his own, Hyacinthe was far too close to hold off properly.

It would definitely be on the agenda for 'later' though. Because feeling her around him with nothing between his cock and her gripping wet heat...

"Tell me now do I need to spend outside you," he moaned in her ear, hips not faltering even once.

Goddammit, if she'd been a little further off from her release and not... well, still directly in the middle of it, Xanthippe would have had such good and dirty replied and suggestions for that.

But all she managed was a weak and gaspy, "N-no." And even that kind of turned into a whimper because she was experiencing some pretty relevant overload in the best way.

Hyacinthe's response wasn't in words. More a low, appreciative groan, his hand falling back to her hips to hold her steady as as he let himself go.

One thrust. "Xan..."

A second. "I just--"

And the last. And again, no words. Just a loud shout as he emptied himself inside her.

Xanthippe had just enough presence of mind to actually push back against his hips some the second it became obvious that that last thrust was the last one. Look, if he was getting permission to come inside her, then apparently she was going to make sure he did.

Then, with a shiver, she half-slumped against the wall, going from leaning against her hands to leaning against her forearms. Just seemed steadier and safer somehow.

"Oh my God."

Edited 2019-10-24 14:54 (UTC)

"Bloody hell," Hyacinthe muttered, all but collapsing against her, trapping her between his body and the wall. "Cherie," he groaned, but couldn't think of anything else to say.

His hands still stroked her, but gentler now. Like he couldn't keep his hands away.

Xanthippe was fine being trapped. Wasn't like she was in a rush to go anywhere. She even let her forehead press against the wall, while she tried to let her breathing even out.

For a moment, that was all the sound there was.

And then, very softly, she murmured, "I missed you."

Hyacinthe buried his face in the hair at the back of her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin. "I've missed you too," he murmured. "Not just the way it feels to be buried inside you--" though Blessed Elua, had he missed that, too "--but you."

"I know." Somehow, she did. Maybe it was the phone calls they'd been making, lately. Sure, those were predictable in getting dirty, but that wasn't all they were.

"Me too." One unsteady hand came off the wall to try and tug one of his arms more firmly around her. "I mean, not just the sex --" Although, yes, Jesus, she had missed that too. "-- but just... you."

With his easy touches and illegally comfortable presence.

Edited 2019-10-26 18:45 (UTC)

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