outdistanced | turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

[ 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. ]

[ he's busying himself with nipping at chrono's lip, a quick flick of his tongue to follow, pausing only for a low, breathy laugh. ]

...You work fast, don't you?

[ just a whisper, sprinkled with both amusement and approval. the less obstacles in the way, the better, though he does find himself a little disappointed at losing the chance, despite the stray thought of next time crossing his mind and immediately being discarded as the brief spike of anxiety shifts into something needy, a yearning he's too eager to satiate.

he doesn't need much encouragement. he's quite content to have chrono's legs around him, happy for that extra pressure and for the lack of space between them, to hold him there and keep them from separating too much too soon. it's the roll of his hips that throws laurence off balance now, the sudden friction wrenching a gasp out of him, an odd sound to his own ears, making his fingers curl into the fabric of chrono's pants. ]

[ he just hums in agreement as he chases those kisses through the laughter, grin unrestrained. the shared anxious flutter twines with his own, only to sort of be... pulled down, out of the way, the twinned yearning and overlay of trust and affection taking precedence.

but. ah. that gasp is so incredibly alluring that it actually awakens the almost-dormant competitive nature, that had been smothered by the comfort and gratification. his hand comes up to slide into laurence's hair, a gentle curl of his fingers against his scalp again before his palm anchors against his nape to hold him in that microdistance. ]

I can slow down.

[ a low whisper, with another pointed, excruciatingly controlled steady roll of hips. one that sends a full shiver through his own body, vision speckling with stars even as he tries to focus on the expressions and sounds he can draw out of laurence. which is difficult, considering he's never been even close to this turned on in his life before. ]

[ the touch in his hair is as comforting as before, sweet and gentle and wholly unexpected given their current situation. it's a little dizzying, and then - a lot, when that tone of voice beings him back to it with some indignation. ]

I didn't s--ahh.

[ it sends a shudder through him, thoughts all fraying at the edges and slipping out of his grasp. ohhhh he was so unprepared for that. he should've seen it coming and it's absolutely going to wreck him if chrono keeps doing that. as entangled as they are, pulling back isn't an option (not that he'd want to), so after one more bite at his lip, he opens darkened eyes to search out the other's. a little spark of defiance is the only warning offered before he quickly moves his hand to chrono's back to roughly drag his nails over the exposed skin while grinding his own hips down. it's going to hit them both so hard right now but it'll be worth it to turn the tables. ]

--o-oh, fffuck.

[ there's a trembling moan caught up in the deep sigh of breath that's all but knocked out of him by the flexing of his own spine off of the mattress. if the other surges of emotion and been waves, this crashes against the link like a full tide, a tempest of heat and hunger that has chrono's eyes fighting to stay open as he presses their foreheads together, gasping.

it would be far, far too easy to just stay like this, eyes locked and chasing delicious friction unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. to let the feedback overtake them, drown out anything else. and, well, he still wants that to happen, but... this wasn't the end goal he'd had in mind. it's still not close enough.

so he rocks gently, shallowly against laurence's hips, unconscious of the movement but needing it like breathing. the fingertips of his hand not currently anchored in his hair dip below his waistband at the jut of his hip, not quite to pull them closer but-- an attempt to communicate. something. ]

Laurence. [ asking, offering. ] You, I-I...

[ it's impossible to sort into words the details of what exactly he wants, but another echo of more makes it through the haze, clear and simple. ]

[ does it really have the effect he was going for when he's also pulled under so completely...? the sensation and layers on layers of shared emotion rip a wordless, throaty groan out of him, and for a moment, his mind entirely unravels. it's enough that he can't even take pride in the effect he's had on chrono, far too caught up in chasing that feeling, riding out the pleasure. how funny that he'd thought their night in the archives was nice, but it hardly even compares now.

even as he finally starts to try haphazardly scrabbling some thought back together to regain some control here, it's a losing battle with chrono still rocking against him like that. broken, half-formed thoughts filter out, eventually coming together with that touch at his hip, echoing chrono's own. more. please touch more.

but it isn't quite enough yet. as they struggle to find a coherent thought between them, laurence angles his head, just slightly, to steal another kiss before continuing to rake his nails on chrono's back, far gentler this time, until he reaches the band of his pants. follows that guidance around his side, to the front - where he clumsily reaches for the button there, too caught up in the sheer hunger coming from them both to even attempt to finesse it. ]

[ maybe it's fine, to not find anything else coherent right now, when they're on the same track anyway. the only thing that matters it getting closer, touching more. he meets the kiss eagerly, making small, clipped noises against his lips as nails leave electric trails in their wake along his skin. it takes every bit of effort he can currently muster to be able to shift himself away just enough for laurence to actually be able to reach the button and zipper of his slacks, an encouraging shallow roll against his hand all he can do to help.

and one hand isn't going to work for his own task this time, not like this - with an irritated little hiss his fingers unwind from laurence's hair to focus on more quickly getting the next obstacle on the other's body out of the way, popping the button after too many attempts and pulling the fly down to immediately slide both hands in against the border of hip and thigh, thumbs hooking in the waistband of his underwear for good measure. off, a demanding, desperate thought. ]

Edited 2025-04-08 06:05 (UTC)

[ each sound sends a fresh thrill through his body, fueling the heat low in his body and making him crave even more. it takes an attempt or two to get the button out of the way and undo the fly, but once they're gone, he's immediately slipping his hand under to help push them down around chrono's hips, little by little.

patience doesn't seem to be in the cards now, though - when that thought comes through, it draws out an unfortunate, needy whimper that later he might insist wasn't him. there's suddenly too much fabric, still, and he tries to shift to help it off. ]

Fuck... Chrono, I- I need to...

[ it still feels impossible to pulls his thoughts together. all he could say for sure is that he's desperate not to pull away too far, but just as much to rid them both of the final barriers in their way, but maneuvering like this, with chrono's legs pressing him closer - it's irritating how much something he's really enjoying has become a bit of an obstacle. do after a moment, he pulls back with a quiet, frustrated sound, ghosting hands over his thighs to coax them looser, just for a moment, just long enough to get that out of the way. ]

[ the emotional tide-surge consisting of the devastatingly effective combination of overwhelming teenage lust and genuine, pure attraction and appreciation of one another makes it so very heavy and comfortable, even as the yearning to be impossibly ever closer made that weight begin to feel a little crushing. it chases everything else out to make room for itself, but even through it - chrono's mind finds places to snatch and hide details. the almost sweet, patient way laurence tries to approach shedding this last barrier, the needy sound he makes, the tone with which his name is said. all of it makes him feel so right in this, more sure than ever that this is what he - they - want.

it's excruciatingly difficult, having to unhook his legs from laurence's body just to get these stupid goddamn pants off. but worse still, to have them clinging to his legs like a binding when he desperately needs to be free of them. he shifts with the assistance in removal, kicking out in annoyance once they're low enough to be flung off his ankles and onto the floor with everything else. there's not a hint of shame in his nakedness, focus dedicated solely to fixing the problem of getting laurence's last items of clothing off, tugging his pants and underwear down his thighs while sitting up enough to kiss him at the same time, needing contact like a craving unable to be satiated. ]

[ should've worn something loose-fitting like laurence did, sucker. sorry that he really can't help a flicker of amusement at the annoyance, not that chrono gives him a lot of time to dwell on it. still, he laughs lightly as the attention is turned back to him. ]

You... [ he's a little breathless, between kisses. easily distracted by the lack of clothing and such an intense desire to be closer that he can hardly think straight, caught between wanting to touch chrono and wanting to be rid of his own clothes a little faster. ] You're making this a lot harder, you know?

[ because he doesn't want to break the kiss, for even a second, but the pants have to go. so he tries do to both, a bit messily, perhaps, until the remainder of clothing clears his ankles and he shoves them carelessly to the floor to deal with later. then he can turn his focus back to what's important here - to catching his lips in a fervent kiss. to carefully pushing chrono back down into the mattress, hitching one of his legs up again (that was a heady feeling, being held fast like that), and press down against him, finally with nothing between them. ]

[ the amusement is met with... mirrored amusement, actually? it is a little funny, at this stage of undress, to be held up by something as simple as the snug fit of the formal pants. his amusement only increases at the faux-complaint, a grin behind every kiss, a faint flutter of a laugh as laurence clumsily tries to balance tasks.

and then it's done, and he's being kissed so nicely, and manhandled so nicely-- his other leg follows unprompted, wrapping around laurence's upper thighs greedily.

the new, intensely hedonistic pressure of bare skin on skin has him immediately bucking his hips up, shifting at microangles to find that perfect position to slide together. not that it needs to be perfect to feel incredibly good, each shift a new sensation on their own, drawing vague, curious sounds from his throat. words, too, sort of- barely-conscious murmurs between kisses, breathlessly quiet. ]

Laurence... you...

[ touch, his thoughts wander, every simple direction they'd been led by so far quietly weaving back into the frayed mess of thoughts. more. closer. ]

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