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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

[ there's a thoughtless, pleased sound as the other leg hooks around him, warm and searing as laurence rocks against him for a moment, relishing the sensation of how they move together. those sounds chrono makes are so cute and leave him wanting so much more, still, but the way he says his name, with those frazzled thoughts reaching him... with everything else, the almost overwhelming storm of feeling, it sends a shiver down his spine, and he has to break away to nuzzle into chrono's neck to catch his breath. ]

Demanding, aren't you.

[ he doesn't hate it, though, not with that intense, unfulfilled craving spurring him on. touch, hm? he can do that. friction's been enough up to this point, but it simply isn't enough. so after shifting just slightly to be comfortable in this position, laurence kisses his neck, sucking at the skin. a hand slips in the minute space between them, following the line of chrono's hip to wrap around him loosely with a slow, lazy stroke, despite the little thread of worry that he might do something wrong weaving into the hunger shared between them both. ]

[ oh, that's so nice too, that shiver and that tender motion against his throat. even though he's so close to drowning in sensation the stubbornly remaining fraction of his focus is fascinated by how much detail can be felt when wrapped up in each other like this. and-- demanding? maybe so! the comment makes him snicker breathily, only to be cut off quickly by-- ]

A-ah...!

[ it's not as if it was unexpected, not with the tingling trail along his hip serving as an anticipatory guide. but it doesn't stop the way his head throws back, hips rolling eagerly into the touch. a surge of affirmation and pleasure cuts into the emotional feedback, aiming to snap that thread of concern and throw it aside. chrono is pretty sure laurence could - and maybe should? - do absolutely anything he wanted to him, and it would all feel fucking incredible right now.

--actually, damn, that train of thought makes the muscles in his abdomen tremble and a soft, surprised moan filter into the other sounds that the feeling of laurence's hand around him is already drawing out. broken aspects of it seep their way unbidden through the shared effect. why is he suddenly okay with that, the idea of being completely at the mercy of anyone else? that kind of thing should feel a little too close to losing for his competitively-wired mind, and well, would require absolute-- oh.

that's why. this does not feel at all like losing. this feels like a prize, one shared between them. a reward for reciprocal contribution and total, utter trust, a realisation that chrono now lets bleed into their shared emotional state. one hand claws into laurence's hair again, encouraging the marks being rendered into his skin - the other scrabbles slightly, raking over the small of laurence's back, the side of his waist, splaying eventually against his stomach in that sliver of space between them, with mild disappointment that he can't quite reach to make this mutual. ]

[ that reaction does the job; any trace of uncertainty disappears the instant that chrono moves into the touch, and he can't resist the temptation to bite at his exposed neck with a pleased hum. not quite satisfied yet, there's still too far to go for that, his own thoughts still begging for more contact, more touch, more, but they have time. there's no curfew tonight, and - oh, that moan makes him pause to take a shaky, shuddering breath at the realization that it's because of him, that he could have this kind of effect on anyone. it leaves him feeling light-headed, in the best of ways.

and it's all the more dizzying with the fresh wave of longing as that sense of absolute trust starts to bleed through, that head-spinning willingness of chrono's to give himself over completely. laurence couldn't even begin to comprehend what he's done to earn it, even as he returns that feeling without a moment's hesitation. it's a little bit bewildering. there's no one he's ever had that much trust in before now, no one who's ever drawn this much emotion out of him, even--

ah, but laurence doesn't want to think about that right now. what he wants is to focus on chrono, on how comforting that feeling is, how it makes his heart feel just as warm as the rest of his body. and with that reassurance settling deep under his skin, he can continue with a bit more confidence, though his hand still moves slowly, drinking in the sounds chrono makes with acute attentiveness, watching and listening for any signs of whatever else he might want that laurence could possibly give. it's why, after breathing out a sigh as chrono's leaves electric trails on his back, he shifts just enough to hopefully be within reach, though he is plenty happy to be touched at all. ]

[ the returning rush of requited assurance makes that strange, glowing thing in his chest light up brighter, somehow chasing away most of the frightening aspects of its existence. that he's somehow worthy of this, too - the attention, the consideration, the care of this person who had for some reason been willing to let him in despite it all - that temperate security of existing around someone who makes him feel this way. who he makes feel the same way, apparently-- evidently, now. it truly is dizzying, that it reaches even through the depths of this voracious desire and hunger.

but it does nothing to lessen those, either - in fact quite the opposite, illuminating muddled, foggy thoughts into further clarity of what he wants, still more. chrono's legs loosen their grip just enough to allow him to shuffle his body up slightly, shoulders rather than head on the pillows, thighs remaining pressed to the sides of laurence's hips. his eyes are half-lidded, gaze warm and dark even as that persistent, sharp focus settles back in behind them. head remaining canted to the side, more than happy to feel teeth and lips and breath at his throat for as long as possible. it's so, so difficult to stay focused when every slow stroke threatens to render him breathless and pulls quiet sighs from his lungs, but he is determined to get a visual on the very important task at hand. a hands-on, visual learner.

his hand slides down laurence's stomach, catching briefly in divots in musculature and skin, fingertips gentle and curious as they find him now comfortably within reach. considering, almost, as they slide back up along before curling around him, matching the unhurried strokes. even as he tugs on laurence's hair, lamenting that his mouth can't be in multiple places at once as his neck suddenly feels bereft, but regardless pulling him up to kiss him with with a similarly languid brush of his tongue against his lips. ]

[ under other circumstances, laurence might question that glowing feeling as it bleeds through to him - or maybe he'd be too afraid to even ask, knowing how parsing emotions has always proven difficult for him. truly it could go either way; right now, he's fascinated, intrigued by the foreign (yet somehow familiar?) feeling, but only a bit. not enough to pursue it when there are other things in front of him, and an irresistible hunger to attend to.

there's a deep flush on his cheeks as chrono readjusts, his gaze so sharp that it starts to make him feel a little self-conscious again. even now he feels a little odd being the center of anyone's attention, so laurence focuses again on peppering kisses into the skin of his neck, until chrono's hand finds him and he melts against him with a trembling gasp, instinctively rolling his hips into the touch. dazed and compliant, he's easily pulled back up before his mind even begins to reboot, eyelids fluttering closed as their lips meet with a quiet sigh. ]

Chrono.

[ that glow remains in the background, warm and bright, but set down somewhere nearby and safe to be properly considered later. pleasant, in any case - almost unassumingly so. however it is definitely too important and too present to be drowned out entirely by the otherwise all-consuming tide-throes of emotion, but content to wait patiently, for as long as they might need. the distractions are more than understandable, after all.

every inch of him rings with sensitivity right now, the hand around him, the kisses to his neck, and that gasp that pairs with laurence pressing deliciously against him. it might be the best sound he's ever heard - or was, perhaps, for about ten seconds before he hears his own name in that magnificent, breathy tone. a shiver runs down the length of his body, twitching with interest in laurence's gentle grip. his own hand pauses, for just a moment, fingers briefly flexing to find a more comfortable hold. his thumb rubs over the tip on an upstroke, chrono humming into the insistent kiss he presses in with, tongue curling against its pair at the same pace.

his fingers leave laurence's hair to wind an arm around his waist, keeping him as close as possible with room allowed for their hands between them - but not close enough, still? he's happy to hold him in so many ways, but... ]

[ it's taking him a moment to come back to himself, lost wholly in the whirlwind of sensation and shared emotions, mind comfortably static yet somehow still hyperaware of each movement, each point that their bodies touch sending a fresh thrill of wanting through him. that feeling doesn't quite fade entirely as chrono's hand moves over and he has to bite back on a moan despite the whisper of a thought urging them on, demanding more still. in response, his own hand tightens just enough to feed that interest, moves a little bit quicker.

the languid pace of the kiss isn't quite accomplishing what he'd hoped. it doesn't satiate, but rather fuels that desperate desire building within him, especially as chrono pulls him closer. it feels like they're on the same page, here, but he's still the tiniest bit nervous, so once again, he rakes his nails across the skin of chrono's back, dragging them down slowly from his shoulder to his backside. looking more of those delightful sounds he's made before, teasing and encouraging, to really help him commit. ]

[ hey, why are you biting back on sounds he wants to hear, too? that's not fair. not when the firmer hold and quicker strokes have him making hitched noises into the kiss, not when -- those nails, that knowledge a truly dangerous thing, rends something between a purr and a wail from his throat. his back arcs and hips shift, pressing keenly back against the endpoint of that slow, torturously good journey that leaves his skin quivering.

it takes a moment for him to recognise the intent behind it, the stars crossing his vision needing to fade out a little before his mind catches up. but... it's the same thing he'd been contemplating, as his own hand picks up its uneven pace. because, well... if this is how nice he feels just in hand, how would he feel in his mouth, or... ] Mmhhh. [ oh, yeah. not a new realisation, but the almost shy attempts to pose the question were cute, if a little unfulfilling. he doesn't want laurence to be nervous. but then, how do you even plainly ask for something like-- ]

I think you should fuck me.

[

--shit. he didn't mean to say that out loud. or at all. he immediately freezes, arm around laurence's waist flying up to cover his suddenly scalding face with a splayed hand as he twists his head away. we've reached the point of overthinking where he stops thinking at all, apparently, and his mouth just decides it's going to make decisions for him. the husky tone hadn't even sounded like him to his own ears, the stuttering starts of words he's attempting to follow with seeming much more familiar. ]

That's-- I- i-if you... think... [ mortifying. help. he retreats almost entirely, aside from both legs contrarily tightening to hold laurence in place, clearly stuck between what he should do here - other arm coming up to cross both over his eyes as he falls back and tries to let the pillows consume him. ] --that's not- I-I mean, it is, but...!

[ it's so sudden that laurence freezing, mind completely going blank, even if that's what he was working up the courage to ask in the first place. he stares at chrono in mute shock as he falls back upon the pillows, face covered. it'd be extremely cute if it didn't leave him feeling so bereft with how they'd intertwined themselves, but there is some relief that his legs are still there, refusing to let him go. and when he actually lets himself think about it...

the way he said that had sounded so hot? he's never heard that tone from chrono before - or that sound after the nails, for that matter, devastatingly attractive as it was - and he really, really wants to hear it again. ohhh that's going to be so dangerous for him someday. but - right. first,

it's almost funny how he has the audacity to be so mortified after being the one to start all this, demanding laurence take his clothes off so impatiently, touching him so insistently, and now this. laurence breathes out a disbelieving laugh, the scarlet skin of his face betraying his own embarrassment at being propositioned so boldly, before leisurely leaning over him, pressing a light kiss to the back of his hand. okay. ]

I-I... [ hm. try again. ] I can't do anything if you're going to hide like that.

[ gently tries to pull chrono's arm away from his face. come out. until he does, laurence will press simple kisses to his jaw, helpfully digging his nails into chrono's skin for just a second before relaxing. just a bit of a tease, even as his own voice falters. ]

B-But I... I-I want to. I just-- I don't have...

[ this... is not how he expected tonight to go. of course he's nervous and unprepared? take responsibility for this, chrono. ]

[ the silence between them is deafening for a moment, both too shocked to fully process things. until, that is, the ever-helpful emotional feedback lets that attraction aimed his way leach through his embarrassment and-- yeah, that was weird, but really reassuring. and that laugh, the pressure of laurence casually leaning over him... chrono's heart pounds in his ears, the kiss to his hand making it skip a beat with how sweet it is given the situation.

his arms slowly, reluctantly retreat with the prompting pulls until it's just his hands pressed over his face for another long moment, drawing in a deep breath. eventually his fingers finally split apart enough to peer through, glancing up at the ceiling as the kisses to his jaw and the curves of those goddamn nails make him tremble, anticipatory like never before when laurence confirms he wants to. the admission makes chrono sort of. yelp quietly, even if he'd pretty much expected it to be a mutual desire like. what was time, even? an hour ago? more, less? whatever.

but. stuff. a teenage boy does live in this room. and when the doctor told him to be safe, what else was he supposed to eventually start thinking about? so, well. he blindly slaps at the nightstand for a moment, usefully missing the top drawer entirely. with a weak, defeated groan he sits up, one arm draping over laurence's shoulder (reassuring? needy? both) as the hand that pushed him upright flings the drawer open, rummaging for a moment for an unmarked bottle of clear liquid and a few joined foil packets between his fingers to slam atop the nightstand with prejudice and tap the drawer shut. comic-con was good for something, maybe. ]

Do not ask. [ with a (gentle) jab to his chest. ] Okay?

[ gotta say, he's relishing the ability to make someone tremble like this. it's a bit of a drug, one filling him with anticipation and wanting, but it doesn't stop him snickering at the initial attempt to reach his nightstand. while chrono sorts that out, he watches through the corner of his eye from where he presses another kiss or two to his jawline, emotions flickering from amusement to recognition to embarrassment and looping right back around again. ]

Don't have to. [ don't ask about that either

but. with that settled, laurence takes a deep breath. an attempt to steady his emotions, one that falls laughably short as his heart continues to race. so instead he just - reaches up, to cup both sides of chrono's face, and pull him into a ravenous kiss, insistently running his tongue over his lip as he lets that desire spill over. ]

[ those kisses are distracting but not enough to make him miss that little emotional journey. a raised eyebrow, a single sharp exhale of a laugh, and a slightly disbelieving grin as he meets laurence's eyes, a knowing twinkle in his own. so it was like that, huh? they really were on the same page. but... with an agreeable hum, he brings his other arm up to rest loosely over laurence's other shoulder, more than happy to take the short attempt to steady themselves. truly an attempt, given his own untamed, thundering heartbeat.

it's not a long wait. neither of them could stand that. and it feels so, so good to let that simmering undercurrent that's been waiting all night - all week - rise to the surface, unrestrained and suddenly white-hot. his lips part readily, a pleased sound from his throat as he kisses eagerly back, fingers winding back into tritone hair, apparently a favourite place to be by now. he hitches a leg up higher over one of laurence's hips, urging him to fall back against him again as his shoulders settle against the pillows. ]

[ don't look at him like that he didn't plan this. but it is kind of a relief to let that carnal feeling take over and drive him, exhaling with a pleased sound as he's pulled down with the other. laurence is all too eager to press him into the pillows, savoring the feeling of skin to skin contact and having chrono wrapped around him so deliciously, a sprinkle of approval coming through the connection.

ahhh, but he can't waste too much time, after that, can he? nor does he have any desire to when they're both so in sync and overwhelmingly aroused. it gives him every reason to slide one hand down to chrono's back, in one more long, slow drag of his nails , taking full advantage of the effect it has on him - on them both, right now, and he is not going to think about how disappointing it will be to lose that emotional connection for this, that's a later problem. at the same time, without breaking the kiss, he reaches for the bottle on the nightstand. ]

[ hey it's not like this was planned either. a contingency maybe. not that it matters what the intent was now - it worked out for the best, and the details could be forgotten easily amid the sensation of everything else happening being much more important. how that sense of approval makes his ears burn, for some reason, even on top of everything else. how he realises that the texture of laurence's skin over his is just... incredibly nice on its own. how there's a part of his mind that really wants to dedicate a full day sometime to just kissing like this, nothing more.

the multitasking seems to be going a lot better for laurence, now, good for him? the wave of craving that the long draw of nails makes surge from chrono is even stronger with no filter to hold it steady. the sound it summons is utterly shameless, not particularly loud but pulled from somewhere deep in his chest, a low purr-growl he didn't even know he could make. the muscles of his back tense as his spine curves, distracted enough that he hardly registers the fact that anything else is happening. ]

[ the way chrono doesn't hold back is utterly intoxicating, from that oddly gratifying sound to the way he moves in response. enthralled and shuddering with the wave of emotion accompanying it, laurence has no choice to pause, resting his forehead against chrono's with a deep breath. ohhh, that was... alarmingly good to experience. a thought, unbidden, escapes his grasp: do that again, but he makes no move to repeat it himself.

as that feeling starts to subside, he steals one more kiss, pulling chrono's bottom lip between his teeth before sitting back a bit to look at him with darkened eyes that sparkle interest. his lips twist into an faint smile, still pleased as ever at finding such an unexpected, delightful way to bend chrono to his will. a shame this is the only time he'll really be able to put it to use until further notice... but laurence will give him a momentary break as he pops open the bottle to drop some into his hand, rolling it between his fingers as he leans back in to press lips to his collarbone, sucking lightly at the skin. ]

[ holding back once he's in the zone for anything has never been something chrono was good at, and why would he even want to right now? his back is going to look like an absolute battlefield after this - probably already does, given the way a few points twitch involuntarily with a pleasant kind of stinging. that realisation, the errant thought crossing over (his words from the night in the archives...? cute), the shared shuddering against each other; it's all ridiculously addictive, a vague sort of smile on his lips and his eyes open to slivers as he brushes their noses together, before leaning into that stolen kiss.

though, the tug on his bottom lip has him hum in surprised amusement, faux-chasing laurence with a little snap of his teeth when he pulls away. he meets that dark gaze with his own, a slight tilt to his head, hands drifting down to rest on the curve of his waist. a break to catch his breath with shaky inhales, to almost say something but get completely distracted by the pop of the bottle and the motions of slicked fingers. when did he even pick that up? and- ohhh. ]

You- ah, makin' a show of this?

[ his neck and collar are probably faring no better than his back, too. feels nice. though he wishes he'd placed a few more marks of his own earlier...? well, there was still time. and though he's pretty sure it doesn't have quite the same effect on laurence as it does on himself, he'll run his nails down the length of his spine anyway, not too hard, hips rolling up almost casually. ]

What? [ a flicker of surprise, and then... curiosity, like he's considering it, but quickly pushes it aside. ] N-No, shut up, I was just-- ahh.

[ it doesn't affect him so intensely as chrono, but the feeling of nails on skin is still nice, leaving light trails of warmth on his skin. it's the hip movement that really gets to him, leaving him a little light-headed and flushed, and almost a little indignant. how dare you? there's no immediate retaliation this time, though, unless you count the light touch of knuckles along chrono's inner thigh so he can trace the movement of his hand. a surprise or two is fine, but he doesn't want this to be part of it. he takes another breath, trying to focus. ]

Unless you want it to be cold when I...

[ trailing off because this is kind of a lot to process, even now, and it's difficult to completely eliminate the nervousness? still, his eye are locked on chrono's, awaiting any reaction as he cautiously traces his body before slowly pressing a slicked finger inside. testing him, watching attentively for any adverse feedback in case he does anything even remotely wrong, ready to change course in a moment. ]

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