outdistanced | turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

[ thank god for kissing so he doesn't have to dwell on thoughts like those laurence would be so embarrassed if he acknowledged it literally at all. there's just a soft, contented sound at a hand finding his hair - between that and the kiss, the calm of the archives and the stars outside, he's relaxing a little more easily than perhaps he should on a thursday night. it's just nice to get lost in the feeling here, to focus on exploring each other.

by the time chrono pulls away, there's a pleasant flush to his cheeks, an amused spark in his eye that quickly melts into surprise as he settles in laurence's lap. it takes a second for his mind to start working again, and by the time it does, one arm has already looped around chrono's waist, loosely holding him in place. okay. that's okay? maybe? what if he doesn't think about that too hard, either? what if he focuses instead on the expression on chrono's face, the way he's still looking at laurence like there's something here to win? he doesn't hate that look at all.

cute blush.

still cute, when he touches their noses together, enough that laurence isn't expecting the next move to be so bold. it draws a surprised noise from his throat, but he's content to let chrono take the lead for now and responds hungrily, lifting his other hand to the back of chrono's neck, tugging a little at the longer hair at the nape of his neck. urging him a little closer. ]

[ if the distractions of a loud evening surrounded by others could draw their focus away from the heavy weight of a thursday night, surely it was logical that the distractions of a quiet one with only each other be allowed to do the same. so what if they're getting carried away? this is their time now; time insisted so often to not be wasted. and this was a very good way to not squander it.

there's an arm around his waist, holding him there. that's perfectly okay, and unlike laurence's insistence on not thinking about it too hard, it's added to the list of things chrono is thinking about pretty much exclusively right now. even the thought that crosses his mind, not his own - that makes the colour deepen and his ears burn - just fuel to the fire of this competitive nature.

yours, too.

but there's no real losing here, he knows. he lets himself be pulled in, pressing closer against laurence's chest, a shallow gasp mixed in with some point when their lips and tongues meet again. the hand that had been bracing against him falls lower, against laurence's hip, playing with the hem of his shirt. his eyes flicker open, observant, as he skims his fingers over the skin under it. ]

[ if he stops to think about this for too long, he WILL combust. even that simple, returned though makes him laugh briefly, the sound airy and a little sheepish. luckily there's no need to focus on that for long, instead honing in on that little gasp and the thrill of satisfaction it sends through him. might be nice to hear that again.

there's a brief pause as chrono's hand wanders, laurence just barely pulling back to catch his breath at the touch. ah. it sends a little shiver down his spine, light enough as it is. it's distracting? so that won't do. he's not stopping chrono, of course, but instead of meeting his eyes - it's a little too much, being perceived like this - laurence presses his lips to the corner of his mouth, again to his jaw, then his neck, using his hair to pull him back just enough to demand easier access. ]

[ the laugh makes him smile against it, matching the mood with a pleased hum when he feels that shudder. his hand wanders, a little higher -- only to be arrested by the pause in contact, his own breath shallow and drawn. the reminder of needing to breathe distracts him for enough of a moment for something to slip out of his control.

and oh. there's a flash of irritation, that the tables have turned a little, but he can't bring himself to truly care. the sensation of kisses against his neck and the insistent tug on his hair pulls another gasp from his throat. he feels pleasantly paralyzed, the fingers in laurence's hair curling in encouragement.

yeah. fuck yeah, okay.

maybe he's a little eager. maybe that'd be a little embarrassing, if he could dedicate any focus to that totally unnecessary emotion right now. but man he really can't!! there's way better things to be feeling. ]

[ maybe it shouldn't be surprising how much more relaxing this is with stray thoughts filtering between the two of them, but it's easily becoming an extra point of pleasure. laurence doesn't have to wonder if he's doing the right thing; the way chrono moves and the mental feedback are more than reassuring, maybe a little too much.

he doesn't have to wait long to hear that sound again. the pliancy makes his lips curl into a delighted smile as he follows the line of chrono's jaw, emboldened by those encouraging touches to bite, gently, at his pulse point. his own heart is racing, as if it might burst from his chest at any moment; his skin feels hot from the hand near his hip and the flush slowly spreading over his skin. but he doesn't let up just yet, following the nip quickly with another kiss and an experimental flick of his tongue. ]

[ there are uses, for these weekly effects, it turns out. probably not intended ones, but hey. all the better to utilise them to their fullest - turn that misery around into something much, much improved. communication had long stopped being a major issue for them, really, that dedication to trust always at the forefront. this was just another layer to add to how easy this felt.

chrono can't see that smile but he feels it, moments before the too-light press of teeth draws a low sound that his own ears barely recognise as being from himself. despite being atop laurence's lap he feels kind of pinned, his pulse thunderous, surely able to be felt under the attention of laurence's mouth. each motion a tiny, fresh shock to his hyperaware senses. yet that competitive aura won't leave well enough alone, and with a sly edge in a tone that can only come out as breathy, now; ]

You gonna tease the whole time or ah-actually commit?

[ ridiculous bravado, broken completely up by that traitorous little stutter, even as he tilts his head further in offer. ]

[ being able to draw a sound like that from someone is... a little intoxicating. a good reminder to savor the moment, the taste of chrono's lips and skin, as he chases more of those noises, or another little stutter like that. still daring laurence to go further, but quite keeping the upper hand. despite the pleased, warm feeling that curls and settles in his stomach, he makes a faint, annoyed sound in response. who started this with all the teasing, anyway?

i don't want to hear that from you.

it's bait and he knows it, but he's too happy to take it. so he bites again, harder this time, as his hand curls a little tighter in chrono's hair, as if he weren't already opening himself up for another of the open-mouth kisses laurence presses into his skin. seems like he doesn't have to hold chrono down, either, so his other hand slips from around his waist to settle comfortably on his thigh instead with an absent little squeeze. it's not his focus right now; that's in following the other boy's neck to the point it joins his shoulder and biting down there, too, for good measure. don't say he doesn't commit or he'll simply have to keep proving it wrong, at least until what's left of their hour is up. ]

[ the irritated, and apparently not entirely honest, thought has chrono laughing softly for all of a second before it's cut off by the harder bite. ]

--haah.

[ a whine so embarrassingly plain that he has to grit his teeth on it, flush flaring intensely all the way down his neck and collar. it makes the skin seem superheated, burning so nicely where laurence's mouth meets, the tingling of the first mark not subsiding even as teeth meet their second point. the fresh bite makes him shiver, another sound bordering on a moan only partially muffled.

the attention is becoming too much. this is a -- what was it? a challenge? something mutual, anyway, it didn't really matter what anymore. so he finds the strength to dip his chin, closing his neck off for the time being, tugging gently at laurence's nape to bring his head back up. his hand inches further under the other's shirt, fingers splaying on his stomach as he presses in for another brief, intense kiss--

then swoops to sink his own teeth in, just above the hollow of laurence's throat. wanna bite. ]

[ there's a vague sense of pride at provoking these reactions, feeling the rush of heat on his skin as his neck turns red under laurence's lips. chrono doesn't give him much time to dwell on it, though, shifting all too soon... he pulls back with a sound of protest, just to be cut off by the sudden kiss that makes his eyes flutter closed as he melts into it, with just a brief, quiet hiss at the hand on his stomach brushing the wound from the week before. still a little tender, even if it's mostly healed up.

he should really expect the next move after all he's done, but somehow he isn't anticipating it one bit. his eyes open with a sharp gasp, and he finds himself leaning back against the wall to support them both, head canted to the side in a wordless invitation. his hand untangles from chrono's hair, sliding down to his shoulder, heedless of the flush darkening his own cheeks now. letting the other have free rein for now, letting the sensation of teeth on his skin send ripples of anticipation through his body, leaving him embarrassingly breathless. ]

[ the sound of disapproval is responded to with a hum into the kiss, hand smoothing so gently over the wound in apology and then in some kind of promise as it settles on the upper curve of his hip. you're gonna get back to that, shh. for now, he needs to know what it's like before the curiosity tears him apart.

that gasp-- yeah, that's good. he hums again, his teeth drawing out a mark where they struck. a soothing kiss to finish before he nips along laurence's collarbone, traces the tip of his tongue there in wake of each tiny bite. he presses into laurence's neck, supported only by his legs leaning himself forward and his upper body against the other's, the palm on his thigh a wonderful encouragement. the hand in laurence's hair smooths over his ear, tender at odds with the way he finally finds another spot to bite, a mirror of his own in the junction of neck and shoulder. ]

[ is that thought enough to appease him...? should he maybe protest a little more? make chrono work a little harder for what he wants? it's tempting, surely, but his traitorous body doesn't seem to care so much, simply melting under the attention. being on the receiving end, though, he's a little quieter, content to drown in the feeling with soft sighs and subtle movements to give easier reach doing the talking for him.

each touch is just another spark, more pleasant warmth to bask in, too alluring to even consider resisting further. it's only when he feels teeth on that same spot that a quiet groan escaping from deep in his throat, and he seems to remember himself and how he usually can't even handle the thought of something like this. ah. ]

That-- hah.

[ too flustered and breathless to even pull together a sentence. god. embarrassing, and he's still at chrono's mercy at the moment. ahhhh, this is happening so fast, but he doesn't hate it? it feels good, in more ways than one, like this is proof of how well they work together. stupid, all things considered. he'd like to stop thinking again now, the thought filtering through vaguely as he squeezes chrono's thigh to signal him a little closer. ]

[ those are some rather unfairly pretty sounds, and some rather unfairly tempting reactions, in all those sighs and small, yielding motions. the failed attempt at words has chrono snicker fondly against the mark he's working in, the haze of thoughts melding comfortably with his own. even though the idea is a little silly and naive-- on top of everything else, the ease with which they respond to each other this way can only be some kind of extra proof, right?

he releases laurence's neck with one last open-mouth press, taste and texture of the skin there filed away among the other very important things he's learned so far. maybe claiming to not be in a studious mood was incorrect, and it was simply about finding the right subject? instead he peppers light presses of his mouth to his jawline, nips at the soft spot beneath his ear, makes a soft noise of comprehension at the squeeze to his thigh. closer? there's not much closer they can get, unless- ah.

the tips of chrono's ears flare, but the decision had been made before he'd even fully comprehended it. slowly he reaches to rearrange laurence's hold, moving the hand on his thigh to the small of his back, at the edge of the hem of his shirt. carefully and mindful of injury, he lets the support of his legs give out to settle properly into the other's lap.

for a moment, chrono's warm, sharp gaze takes in laurence's expression, the details of this breathless, flushed state. then his thumb presses a light circle into the peak of a hipbone before retreating, both arms coming up to loop around laurence's shoulders and draw him into another series of long, deep kisses. ]

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[ there's a little lash of irritation in his thoughts at that snicker - it makes him want to even the score somehow? that feeling simmers in his chest, overtaking the self-consciousness as chrono leaves a burning trail across his jawline, so he stays stubbornly silent aside from heavy breaths, even as chrono annoyingly pulls back to readjust their positions. hmmmm.

better, is laurence's only thought as he resettles in his lap, watching through half-lidded eyes with an appreciative, almost smug little twist to the corner of his mouth. yeah, okay, this works. as nice as it is to let someone else take the lead for a little bit, he still doesn't like the feeling of having too much focused on himself. he's feeling restless already, squirming with the need to take something back, get that attention off of himself and turn it back around to work for some more of those sounds chrono made before, a little helpless and devastatingly attractive.

(well, maybe some attention is okay - none at all would be painfully disappointing in their current situation - but he's decided he likes having the upper hand a little more. it's a lot easier to handle that way, more comfortable.)

with one hand repositioned and too easily slipping under the fabric of chrono's shirt, the other slips from his shoulder to ghost down his side and settle at the waist instead. one finger hooks in the hem of his pants, but no further - just a small, extra movement to pin him in place, for now. he'll tell laurence if even that's too much, but until then - he leans into the kiss for now, a little too eager but determined to stop thinking about it. so he bites at chrono's bottom lip, harder than before, only to follow up with a soothing brush of his tongue, curling his fingers on chrono's back to drag his nails lightly over the skin, slowly, teasing. ]

[ so what we've got are two competitive idiots set on outmatching each other, despite wanting pretty much the exact same things. that appraising, pleased look, though - there's something about it that makes his chest flutter oddly. it's... hard to admit, but nice, to have laurence look at him like that, another layer of being perceived that makes his flush return in force.

it's excuse enough to press against him more confidently, as those touches to sensitive spots of bare skin do their job of bringing back that pleasant kind of paralysis, where moving seems like a ridiculous concept when he really just wants to stay exactly put anyway. the kisses are languid, easy things, until there's a little silvery flash of pain from the bite, coaxing a low rumble of not-quite-annoyance --

that's cut off with a gasp as the trail of those nails sends a spike of heat right through him and forces him to pull back with a shudder. ]

Wh... ahh.

[ his back arches slightly, and for the first time since this started his focus slips, eyes slivers of hazy green. even his thoughts ring a background pitch of ohhhhhhhh that's a new one oh no. in some fruitless attempt at cover, he presses a clumsy kiss to the corner of laurence's mouth, only to murmur; ]

Do that again.

[ this is why they have to be nerfed by curfew or they'll keep trying to win at makeouts, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve,

that's it. those are the sounds he was looking for, but the rest? the way that simple little movement seems to put chrono in a daze, how he moves with the touch, that errant thought? it's more than he expected from something he hadn't put a single bit of thought into, surprising and kind of thrilling, a low laugh bubbling up from deep in his chest as chrono makes his demand. for about half a second, laurence considers refusing. what would he do then?

as interesting as that thought is, for now he just wants to hear more. so, after angling his head enough to catch chrono's lips fully this time, a real kiss as his hand skims up chrono's back again. no warning comes before repeating the movement from before, grazing his nails over the skin a little harder this time, just short of leaving marks.

this means he's winning now, right? ]

[ blessed requirement to be knocked tf out

the approving thought, the low laugh - both catch the flame of what would definitely have been mild irritation about sixty seconds ago but now feels prickly in a different way, the breathy mmh he replies with less annoyed and more. encouraged, really. his head feels pleasantly fuzzy, especially when laurence's lips find his again.

and-- ohhh. it's a bizarre sensation, to be trying to move away and toward a touch at once. his shoulders roll back, spine flexing, hips shifting, and he tries to keep up with the kiss but can't when his breath hitches on what is definitely a moan this time. mortifying, even through the cotton haze quickly taking over his thoughts. his head jerks up as if to hide, one hand rising to splay open-fingered over his own face like it'll help at all when the crimson flush has encroached fully past his neckline. ]

Haaah- ah. Why- that-

[ this might, in fact, mean that laurence is winning. but on the other hand, chrono doesn't feel like this counts as losing at all. ]

[ hmmm well. he has a hand on chrono's hip already, so he holds him fast as the other boy shifts under his touch. even if he's struggling to keep up with the kiss, laurence peppers him with a few more quick, easy kisses before he pulls away to hide his face. feeling pretty satisfied with that reaction, he watches for a moment with a mischievous grin. admiring his work, perhaps; it's surprisingly fun to see him unravel like this. ]

Maybe I should do that more often...?

[ well. not all the time, obviously, but the payoff is pretty nice. and with him leaning back like that, it gives him the perfect opportunity to press his lips back to chrono's neck, nipping gently before following with his tongue, as before. the competitive side of him is still wondering how far he can push him before they both have to stop, so he'll keep exploring those boundaries, cautious but daring, and this time pausing the light scratches to just dig his nails into the skin a little. ]

[ it's pretty pointless to be squirming against a hold he has no actual interest in breaking, but some weak attempt is made. there's a part of chrono's mind that itches - he should be doing something, making a play, countering or offering - but the feeling of laurence's eyes on him in that momentary pause is enough to balm-soothe it. he's enjoying this the way it is; they both are. that's really the main goal here anyway, so it's... fine? more than fine??

even if he vaguely understands that this is probably going to serve as another way to shut him up, at some point. fuck. well, he can afford to be a bit contrarian, still. ]

Don't even think- [ says his mouth. ohhh my god yes, says his thoughts. god never mind ] --nhh.

[ and then there's a mouth on his neck again and whatever thread he'd managed to take hold of slips merrily right on out of his grasp. the useless veil of fingers guarding his face leaves its post to knit back into laurence's hair, other hand sliding right off his shoulder to start skimming the skin just under the hem of his shirt again, seemingly of its own accord. then there's the pressure of crescent moon shapes pushing into the (apparently??? what the fuck???) sensitive skin of his back and it feels like he's about to melt into a puddle then and there. the weak, pitched sound he makes is unbearable to his own ears - surely that wasn't him.

whether fastidious logic could hope to win out against... well, irascible horniness, before or right after his 11:55pm alarm goes off, that was the question. ]

Tell me how you really feel.

[ the contrast between spoken words and thoughts is so funny and so, weirdly attractive? this effect isn't so bad, actually, not for an application like this. how could he not enjoy hearing that, or seeing how easily chrono gives into the feeling? makes that noise that sends a bit of a shiver down his back?

ah, or maybe that's the hand under his shirt...? either way, it's a pleasant feeling, one laurence fully welcomes and moves into, encouraging. an invitation to... try, at least, to get a similar reaction if he wants, though he's still kind of riding on the high of how such an easy movement could have such an effect at all. hmmm.

what if he tries the same on the hip he's held down? just a simple drag of his nails over the skin under the shirt, teasing just at the hem of his pants. ]

[ the... teasing? instruction? both? hooks some of his attention back, again that almost-irritation, the words spoken against his throat causing him to shift back slightly with a vague hiss, but with how dark his eyes are and how high the flush is on his cheeks chrono doesn't really come across as particularly annoyed even with downturned brows. ]

Sh-shut up. [ stupid!! and he leans in to help with just that, kiss a little uncoordinated at first but the hand in laurence's hair guiding him back into it.

then there's that pushback against his palm, a suggestion to explore that he doesn't need to be prompted twice about. laurence's shirt rucks up over his wrist as he slides a mildly roughened hand over the plane of his abdomen, avoiding the healing wound this time; his fingers curl slightly to press the pads of his fingertips against muscle and the ridges of ribs, smoothing over the upper curve of his waist and side of his chest, curious.

and then despite his own encouragement laurence goes and tries that and his hand tightens, clawlike. his legs tremble, the movement leaving singing trails over his hip, less surprisingly just as sensitive or moreso than his back. he can't help the sigh against the other's lips. ]

Laurence.

turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

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