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[ 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.

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