outdistanced | turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

[ 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. ]

[ the attention on his body is a little much and it makes him flush to the tips of his ears. it's not something he's used to, and he isn't yet sure if he likes it or not. leaning toward yes, maybe, judging from the soft, intrigued noise he makes at the skim over his beltline, but still not quite convinced. but this is why he prefers to just shut off his mind in these moments - sometimes it's easier not to get caught up in the whirlwind of his insecurities and focus instead on what's in front of him.

for instance.

how rude is it that chrono is still fully dressed? at least have the decency to unbutton the shirt, keep this balanced? with one more light drag of nails down the back of his neck, laurence's hand ghosts down over his shoulder to idly toy with the top button of the shirt, a petulant thought escaping him before he can catch it unfair. why do you get to make this extra work. with a flicker of irritation, he unfastens this one and moves from lips to kissing his jawline, following the line of his neck down to take advantage of the extra room to nip at his collarbone. ]

[ look. he's a hands-on learner. how literal this gets is really dependent on the situation, but this one? smooth skin, a pretty flush, memory he'd very much like to commit in detail? seems like the best time to make it as literal as possible. he lightly squeezes laurence's thighs, considering - rests his palms there for a moment to let the heat of his hands sink in, before returning to mapping out the divots of his hips and back along the line of his belt, where that fascinating sound had been drawn from.

the intense sensation of nails along his nape is not quite enough to stave off a laugh at that uncontained thought. one that leads into a purely appreciative sound - attention to his neck might not have quite the same tier of effect as his back did, but it still felt very, very good - arm coming up to weave fingers into laurence's hair and scratch gently at his scalp. ]

If it makes any difference- [ mmh. the teeth at his collar send a fluttering little shudder through his chest. ] -I don't want it on anymore either.

[ he claims, airily, and does absolutely nothing useful to assist with the problem. instead he tilts his head up in further demand, leaning back a tiny bit more as if to make laurence chase the contact. ]

[ ahhh that touch in his hair makes his mind go fuzzy for a moment, eyes fluttering shut with a contented hum. it's nice? he likes it? it could have been nice to leave it at that if not for. the other very, extremely distracting things going on, the hyperawareness of the hand at his belt, a vague sense of anticipation filtering through.

which too easily turns back into annoyance as chrono leans away? how dare you. stop that. he does chase, purely so he can bite down harder to make his displeasure known (ignore the undercurrent of excitement in his emotions, that's none of your business), though he does follow that with a soothing brush of his tongue, slow and teasing. ]

Then do something about it. [ voice low, as if he isn't already working on the next button. goodbye. ]

[ oh? ooh. that feedback of feeling is very interesting, chrono's lips curling into a grin of understanding. he cards his fingers through the back of laurence's hair as he bites down, curling his fingers even as the tease of tongue has him exhaling shakily through a low laugh. that low hum of excitement seems like very much his business, actually, when it runs concurrent with his own. it's something he wants to stoke a little longer, though, to see how he can push. ]

Hm? But you're going great with it.

[ but he likes that tone, and ah, well... he supposes he can contribute a little... a brief pause in trailing his fingertips over that line of waist to easily pop the bottom button of his shirt free. just that one, though - the fourth and final was all laurence's responsibility. ]

[ well. the laugh helps - the shaky exhale a reminder that he's not the only one feeling restless. maybe the impatience is mutual... what of it. there's only a brief flash of gratitude as chrono helps with one button - acceptable, he supposes - and wastes no time undoing the last one and finally sliding his hand over his waist to pull him a little closer. ]

Better.

[ smiling into another kiss on his collarbone for just a moment before biting again, nails digging crescent moons into the skin. almost craving that pleasant static that came with the shared sensation before. ]

[ there's the thrill that runs over his skin again as he's pulled in - even as he has to lean backward slightly with the drop of his shoulders, intending to shrug his shirt off fully and toss it to the floor. which- apparently??? laurence is unwilling to wait for, so with his arms halfway stuck in the sleeves he's at the mercy of teeth and claws. ]

Haahh-hold on, let me-?

[ it's difficult to be coordinated when there's a tremor of wanting running down each limb and your head feels vaguely like it's been filled with-- something static, yes, clinging to every thought and point of contact between them.

fuck it. the shirt gets yanked roughly off of his arm and thrown elsewhere and his hands are at laurence's waist in a second, arching against him to feel that skin-to-skin contact he'd been kind of unknowingly seeking. ]

[ of course he doesn't want to wait or let go with how you've been running your mouth all night?? he's going to be difficult and refuse to let go, though he does pull back just enough to let him handle the shirt to let that feeling wash over him, sinking in and coaxing a fervent hunger to the forefront of his mind.

didn't you say you wanted to touch, anyway?

and the feeling is mutual, so he welcomes the contact, loops his arm fully around chrono's waist with a quiet laugh against his skin as he peppers kisses back up his neck and jaw to capture his lips again. the other hand finds its way back to the leg around him, resting on the thigh to add a little pressure with a light squeeze. why does it feel like he can't get close enough...? ]

[ what the fuck. why is that kind of hot, being held fast like that, even though it's still kind of irritating how it makes the task a little harder? why does that obvious thought, that quiet laugh, ignite something fresh, glowing and a bit frightening inside his chest? why does it make him grin anyway, mirror that breathy amusement into the meeting of their lips?

anxieties oddly tempered (if not forgotten, with the new sensation alight in his heart - it's not bad at all, though?), he wraps strong arms around bare shoulders and urges laurence to fall back with him, head hitting the pillows and upper back against the mattress as he bodily pulls the other atop him. the lines of their bodies fit together as he arches up again - not perfectly, but does it need to be perfect when close enough feels so damn good anyway? - chrono's other leg joining its pair loosely around the back of laurence's thighs. not holding him there, at least not yet, but making it clearly known that this is where he wants him to be.

he's careful not to break the kiss, still smiling into it despite the echo of hunger rendering him feverish. not even as a hand skates down and struggles in the bare sliver of space between them, skimming along a hem to find laurence's belt buckle. ]

[ hhhh the sheer amount of emotion and thought being shared between them is starting to make his head spin, in the best of ways. even if it's really strange to feel residual attraction that was meant to be directed at himself mixing in with his own. horny feedback loop is wild and he's going to look back on this later and wonder what the hell happened here. besides. the obvious. yeah. anyway,

he doesn't even have a chance to question that newer feeling, immediately charmed by the arms around his shoulder before he's pulled back with a soft, surprised noise, bracing himself on a forearm so chrono won't have to take his full weight. not that it seems to matter with how easily their bodies meet, laurence all too eager to press against him, too grateful for the legs around his because that just feels right, somehow, enough that it draws out a soft sigh against his lips. don't move. not too far, at least.

the unfortunate thing is how at odds that desire is with their current state of dress - it'd be impossible to ignore that hand even if he wanted to, not with all of his senses on fire. and it is a little frustrating to realize what he's going for, and how difficult their position has made it, so it's with a flash of frustration that laurence shifts his hips just enough to make room. ]

[ horny feedback loop is so, so much. he feels overtuned, hyperaware, caught in the tempest of intense emotion with no plans to navigate out of it any time soon. don't move? where could possibly be a better place to be than right here, in this moment? in the moments that were going to follow? chrono just makes a sound that might have been approving but was edged in something so eager and longing that it was hard to tell. the point is the same, anyway.

another, clearer sound of understanding as laurence shifts, that frustration spurring him on without hesitation. a deft hand, even singular, makes quick work of the buckle once there's enough space to maneuver and pulling the belt free to join the pile of discarded clothing on the floor. even quicker work of his own, lifting his lower half just enough to tug it away and throwing it with a clatter to worry about much later. there's an almost apologetic feeling there for half a second, that laurence hadn't been the one to remove it, but between supporting himself and chrono needing at least one hand on him at all times for the foreseeable future he's making executive decisions here.

the pause is already too long, anyway, something more needed before the next step. so chrono's legs draw in, insistent pressure against the back of laurence's to guide his weight down further atop him, one holding him in place as he finds the right angle. dark eyes flicker open, drawing just a bare distance back from their kiss as he rolls his hips up, at least now no metal or leather in the way to interrupt the sensation. ]

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