outdistanced | turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

Mm? Well, if you're sure.

[ sounds good to him. no arguments here. that laugh does something to his heart that makes him feel even more... attuned, almost, that attentive curiosity that has his eyes turn sharp and bright. and, well. they can get to one of those too, at least. ]

Not just tonight. [ a kiss to his throat. ] Been wanting to do this... [ a little higher. ] ...since Tuesday. [ one to his jaw.

then he draws back, considering further. ]

No, earlier than that.

Edited 2025-04-04 06:07 (UTC)

[ ah. so that's how it is. with a lazy smile, he lets the door take some of his weight and cants his head to the side as chrono moves a little higher with each touch. welcoming each one and the little sparks they send across his skin.

tuesday. a flush makes his cheeks warm, some lingering self-consciousness making itself known. but... earlier? ]

...You've been holding back on me, huh?

[ the simmering heat lying beneath the affection was giving off steam, slowly, no longer content to wait unattended. the palm braced against the door makes a detour to flick the lock closed, then settles on laurence's hip, a finger curling into the fabric of his shirt where it's tucked into his belt.

holding back? maybe. it didn't really feel that way, but... there were still thoughts. ]

You think lying in bed with you on Sunday, nothing else crossed my mind? [ a kiss to the corner of his mouth. ] You think when I noticed my neck was cleared up, I didn't feel kinda disappointed?

[ despite the almost-complaints, his expression is amused, open. ]

I don't know...

[ after tonight, it's a little too easy make him go completely red. especially thinking of sunday night, the conversation with yves, and... hhhh not the sinjuries. there's a brief wash of mirrored disappointment - he kind of missed those, too? - but it settles right back into flustered quickly.

but he tries not to show it, emotionshare be damned, turns to catch his lips in another quick kiss, a little clumsily, as his other hand also settles at chrono's waist. ]

N-No...?

[ he didn't want to assume anything, but. i thought about it, too. ]

[ he makes a small, appreciative sound at the kiss, at the hands on his waist. it's incredibly cute, how red he's gone, backtracking those same memories. ]

Right answer.

[ and... hah. well, that clears up some of the doubts chrono still held pretty quickly. the hand in laurence's hair drops around his shoulder, arm looping behind his neck to bring him down that short distance between them so he can press their foreheads together, noses brushing as he speaks, tone low. ]

Sounds like we've got even more making up for it to do, then.

[ that tone is kind of getting to him already, piquing his curiosity, but he simply breathes out a laugh and loops his arms fully around chrono. they're already so closes, may as well. ]

What did you have in mind...?

[ he'll let chrono take the lead, at least for now. ]

If I say them all, you'll tell me off again.

[ the arms around him feel so nice on their own that he kind of just wants to stay like this for a while. he shifts enough just to tuck his head into laurence's neck again, resuming his fond nuzzling for a moment before pressing a kiss to his pulse point. ]

Our third date was the best, you know.

I don't know about that... [ he might burst into flames but you know. he's interested still.

this would feel nice even without affection week, but that makes it all the more comfortable. while he doesn't really want to move, he doesn't want to. not. after that. so he just shifts a little to let chrono do what he wants with his neck, encouraging vibes only.

there is a gently pleased smile on his face, though. ]

Glad you can admit that now.

[ a beat. his face flares, but ]

I don't think Taair is coming back tonight.

[ that implication can take all the time it needs to sink in, because in lieu of responding to anything else he's humming in acquiescence and getting to work. the hand at laurence's waist untucks his shirt just enough to skim a hand under the hem, other back into his hair to angle his head a little further. makes it easier to nip gently along his neck as if searching, before biting down harder on a point to follow with his tongue. ]

[ the implication... is slow to set in, but that warm feeling is starting to permeate his whole body, a pleasant red reaching to the tips of his ears. it leaves him feeling a bit dazed as he realizes what it means, more pliable than usual as a hand slips under his shirt, even as he presses into the touch. ]

A-Ah...

[ ahhhh. okay. this is... good. he would definitely prefer being alone right now, letting chrono bite as his neck with a wince despite the quiet, approving noise he makes at the sensation. hm. maybe he shouldn't focus on that, maybe he should sneak a hand under chrono's shirt, too, very gently teasing with his nails but not quite digging in or dragging them over the skin just yet. a promise for later. ]

[ that's a good sound, a good feeling, especially with the way it matched the emotional heat that was truly unable to ignored. adoration and wanting, a dash of longing, and a slight prickly edge of persistent anxiety that was slowly reducing with each encouragement and touch.

he kisses the first bite almost apologetically as he moves along to graze his teeth against and press his lips to soft points of skin. the lighter trail of marks leads up to the edge of his jaw, which chrono can't help but nuzzle against again when laurence's hand meets the bare skin of his back. even that hint is enough to make him shudder a little, letting out a light, shaky exhale against laurence's throat. yeah, okay, he really likes that and it's a potential problem. ...problem? something, anyway. dangerous, definitely. ]

Y'know... [ the fingers in his hair slide down over shoulder and chest, tangling with his outfit's necklaces. ] We probably shouldn't stand against the door all night.

[ the horrible (but kind of amazing?) thing about emotionshare, especially this close, is the way it all swirls together and becomes impossible to tell what's yours and what's not. laurence hated that before, found it confusing at best and absolutely debilitating at worst, but like this... it's far more comfortable to let chrono's feelings melt into his, matching the adoration, desire, and sprinkling in amusement (he still thinks the reaction to his nails is so funny and intriguing) and anticipation to top it all off. it's been a good night? he can't think of a better way to end it.

so he hums a soft noise of agreement, pleased at that shiver, and shifts to tangle one hand in chrono's hair, tugging him back a little to kiss his jaw. ]

Okay. [ lowering his voice, he nips gently at the earlobe before carefully pushing off the door. ] All that and you're still worried?

[ the effects designed to make things more difficult for them being turned around into a method of silent communication and enhancing the... sensuality, in a literal way, of this experience? an extra sense, it serving now as some kind of practical defiance. the loop of emotion, melding into a greater whole, makes chrono feel a little lightheaded and has heat curling slowly, low in his abdomen.

he laughs a little at the tug on his hair (laurence liked doing that, he'd noticed), the lips on his jaw; a fluttering gasp at the teeth on his ear. ]

Mmnh. [ vague acknowledgement, as he steps back with laurence's movement, shoulders rolling back to shuck his blazer off and discard it to the mercy of the floor. ] Gonna have to help me get rid of that, aren't you?

[ so what if he does like it? might as well make use of that longer hair of his, if it gets what he wants. he really likes that little gasp, too, so that's immediately being added to the list of things he wants to hear again. ]

Mm, I will. [ where is this confidence coming from

drops his hand to chrono's shoulder so they can maneuver more easily, but he still takes the chance to lean in and pepper feather-light kisses down his jaw with another step forward, walking him back toward the bed. ]

[ where is that confidence coming from? chrono is amused by it, but also. deeply attracted, the same way he'd been during curfew, to those smug expressions and bolder movements. it was a side of him that chrono realised he might be the only one to see, and a little thread of very rare possessiveness curled around that thought and held on fast.

the kisses to his jaw are so sweet yet they leave his skin prickling pleasantly, anticipatory. the back of his knees meet the edge of his bed and chrono's hands loop around laurence's shoulders as he drops back onto it, pulling him into a proper kiss and slowly down with him as he shifts back toward the wall. ]

So. [ he states, breathy against his lips, fingers slipping under the chains where they sit around the back of his neck. these could go. ] How are you gonna do that, hm?

[ it's that dumb, competitive side of him that likes seeing someone else at his mercy, spurring him on with the knowledge that no one else has to know this is happening. the main difference here is that he's more willing to let someone else lead once in a while, to be pulled into a kiss and into bed with a brush of tongue on his lip.

but that doesn't sound like a question that needs to be answered out loud? where's the fun in that, in giving him a chance to try and get under laurence's skin? chrono will have to find other ways to rile him up, because the real answer is simply to bite his lip and dig his nails into the skin under chrono's shirt without further warning. not too hard, but enough to demand attention as he presses his lips to the corner of his mouth, intensely aware of the emotional connection. hearing his thoughts last thursday was nice and all, but it'll be very different from feeling it, and he is a little curious. ]

[ parting his lips to let laurence's tongue in is another thing that probably shouldn't feel as completely easy as it does, but there's zero complaints as he nips back with his teeth as the other pulls slightly away. there's only so many ways he needs to assert intent to control some of this, the counterbalance they find, their competitive natures spurring each other on as usual.

well, until laurence takes advantage of that erogenous effect chrono hadn't even been aware of until last week. a soft whine, a shiver down his spine, and an emotional spike of carnal craving that flares through everything else for a moment. his head twists with a growl, seeking eye contact with darkened green and a... well, almost a pout, though he hopes it's a little less petulant than that. his own hands skate up the front of the other's shirt, catching in the necklaces and pulling it out of the belt-tuck. ]

Off. All of this needs to be off.

[ if it were like last week, he'd appreciate the sound chrono makes, but the flare of desire totally shortcircuits his train of thought for a moment, and this time he does unintentionally dig in harder as his hand clenches at the feeling. oh. so that's how it is. somehow laurence didn't quite realize the effect it really had on him, despite the reactions he drawn out before.

so maybe it's a good thing that chrono has demands. after that first unanticipated crash of emotion, he needs a second to reboot, so he sits back with a light laugh. ]

Impatient?

[ we just got here? but it's lit a spark in him, too, warm hunger pooling in his stomach while his own emotions slowly settle into amused and maybe even a little impish. fine. but it might be funny if he takes it slow, carefully removing one necklace at a time to drop it to the floor... surely that'll only be frustrating for chrono and not both of them, yeah? goodbye chain necklace....... ]

--a-ah.

[ emotional feedback sure is something, and that twofold layering of sensation runs him off the rails, too. it hadn't quite dawned on him that the effect would work this way, that body and emotional soul would be so linked. oh, this is going to be... bad? good? something. a lot. probably good, actually. oh no.

and then he returns to focus just to have laurence take his sweet time with things that should've been gone ages ago. restlessness runs through his muscles, hands and mouth feeling bereft after even a second too long of waiting. at least without anything else to distract him, his hands can wander, leaning forward to bundle the hem of the still too-present shirt over his wrists and smooth his palms over the skin still too-hidden from view, thumbs fitting in the divots of his hipbones and pressing down curiously.

he loops a leg around the back of laurence's thighs, and if his mouth would get in the way of everything else he wanted, he could at least run it like usual. a smirk, eyes focused. ]

Impatient? Is that what this is? [ his thumbs dip just a bare millimeter lower. ] When you've been lookin' good like this all evening, and I could barely touch you? You know if we'd played that Pocky game I'dve had to drag you out of there way earlier, right?

[ he's onto the second necklace, dropping that alongside the first and outright grinning at the thrum of restlessness because that means he's doing this right? by what standards, who even knows, but he's pleased with it all the same. the touch on his hips, too - not at all a bad feeling, as the clasp of the last necklace disconnects, and he leans over a bit to toss it aside, too.

it's the leg around his that makes him inhale sharply, drawing his eyes back, gray meeting green in wide-eyed surprise. and then he's running his mouth again, making laurence blush furiously, somehow embarrassed and flattered and deeply, unfortunately attracted all at once. disgusting, twisting his grin into more of a scowl. ]

I could leave right now and go back.

[ purely fueled by spite, not even thinking about the hand running down chrono's leg and making no move to ditch his shirt just yet. unfortunate for his traitorous thoughts slipping through. that's the last thing i want. ugh, it can be so annoying when it kicks in at the wrong time, so he just - splays his hand out on chrono's thigh and gives it a squeeze, like maybe that will distract him enough to shut up. ]

[ there's a certain smug satisfaction that comes with wiping that grin off his face, replacing it with the extremely cute redness and token protests. laurence had gotten the reaction he wanted for a bit, but had left the path of recovery exposed.

chrono's gaze is so very alert - oh, his legs? to keep that in mind, perhaps - as his hands continue their exploring, one sliding over his ribs and around his back to run the pads up his fingertips up ridges of spine. the shirt is pushed up high enough to expose a sliver of midriff at this point but his eyes are still locked on gray ones, contact breaking only by slow, catlike blinks. his other hand retreats to rest over the one on his own thigh, warm and solid and a little thrilling, but not enough to shut him up. ]

Mm. Tell me how you really feel. [ teasing, an echo of last week. leans in, head tilted in challenge. ] Not like we need some game, anyway.

[ chrono says, while this is clearly still at least a bit of a game. he ghosts a hint of a kiss over laurence's lips, a second one more solid but still chaste, all amusement as he runs lazy fingers along his spine. he's still restless, but he'd shown restraint alllll night. what was a few more minutes to prove a point? ]

I can be patient, see, if that's what you want.

Edited 2025-04-05 10:46 (UTC)

[ first of all what right do you have to use his own words against him like this. that's not allowed? what the fuck?

second of all, those kisses are not nearly the level of contact that he wants right now and that is extremely vexing. with a faintly frustrated sound and buzzing with annoyance, laurence leans to catch his lips in a real kiss, open-mouthed and seeking chrono's tongue with his own. that's enough talking for now, thanks.

but he could stand to have a little extra insurance on that part. the shirt will have to wait; instead his free hand finds it way under chrono's again, lightly skimming his back... then curls his fingers to drag his nails over the skin again, down to his hip. this time he's expecting the emotionshare, so even if it does sweep them both away, it's still enough of a win for now. ]

[ heh.

he's smirking with vague triumph, more than happy to meet laurence's tongue and let himself be shut up for the moment. it's that little sense of victory that renders him perhaps too complacent, humming into the feeling of being held before what's about to happen clicks. who's getting impatient, again?

his back arches, and there's no muting the low, throaty moan that interrupts their kiss. the leg hooked around laurence's thighs tenses, and draws in involuntarily; the hand on his back claws, almost a mirror of their hold; his mind goes so pleasantly static, the rush of feverish heat merrily rending lucid thought right out of it. the multiplicity is dizzyingly good, another gasp as it hits him, simmering want starting to spill over.

unfair. cheat. more, are the first ones to return, eyes flickering open to seek out their gray counterparts, vision still momentarily blurred. the hand atop the one on his thigh leaves to cup laurence's jaw for a moment, because apparently all his stupid traitorous brain wants to do about this injustice for now is keep kissing him, despite the fact there was still far too much fabric between them. his other hand twists to bunch in the back of laurence's shirt, tugging more insistently - how he's supposed to get it off now with this increasingly filthy kiss going on is a problem that is totally unconsidered at this point. you got them into this one, figure it out. ]

[ a quiet, satisfied noise as chrono's back arches, right before the feeling washes over him along that sound. it makes him shiver, mind cloudy and confused on what sensation is his and what isn't, as if he could bring himself to care when it sets in and takes hold of him all the same. his grip on chrono's leg tightens, pulls him a little closer, his nails dig little crescent moons into the skin, echoing the thought right back. more. how is he supposed to resist, like this?

there's an undeniable sense of satisfaction in the cheeky grin he wears as their eyes meet, half-lidded, a cat that got the cream. those thoughts and the layers of emotion all swirl together to make him feel a bit drunk despite not having had a drop of alcohol earlier, and he happily meets kiss after kiss with a nip here, a lick there, and a low laugh at the tugging on his shirt. he has absolutely no desire to extract himself from chrono, right now, but his skin feels hot, the fabric too restrictive. it's only a moment longer, drawing out one last kiss, before he pulls back with an irritated rumble to wrench the shirt over his head, tossing it aside without looking to see where it lands. then he dives right back in for another kiss, one hand sliding up chrono's jaw to card through his hair. we weren't done here yet. ]

[ the sensation of being pulled closer rather than moving on his own does something weird to his body for a moment, an electric frisson that melds seamlessly with the sparks caused by each nail mark pressed into his back. an odd softness crosses his vision, and a quiet, startled sound into their kiss. that self-satisfied look on laurence's face doesn't really help, either, but chrono blinks it away confusedly. more than pleasant enough to get caught up in the intoxicating emotional coil, but. unexpected.

and really if it just came down to the one option, kissing like this might be enough. it warms him to his core, but it's blessedly not their only option and even though chrono matches that vaguely annoyed sound with one of his own he's not disappointed with the results.

finally. attentive eyes give laurence an appreciative sweep, hands wasting no time in sliding over his upper arms, bare shoulders, down his chest with thumbs along his sternum, resting on the curve of his waist as laurence swoops in for more kisses. his fingers shift to run the edge of his beltline, dipping just below at the small of his back for a moment before his palms press down on his hips, smoothing along the outer sides of his thighs. ]

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