turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

[outdistanced]

this boy's hair is so mystifying

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[outdistanced]

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. ]

[clockpunk]

[ 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.