outdistanced | turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

[ 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. ]

[ hm. quick as it had been, that curiosity is picked up and filed away with all the rest of the interesting little details chrono's mind was dutifully recording for later. it wouldn't have been a bad thing, if laurence had chosen to make this this a bit of a spectacle, but-- some other time. one day? they're too impatient for it now. he'll shut up as instructed, the brush against his inner thigh enough to chase any teasing remark away with sheer anticipation. the caution is sweet, the cut-off bravado amusing, and he's so terribly attracted to all of him.

so-- a sharp inhale, fingers tensing slightly against laurence's back, the briefest crease to his brow because it is a strange sensation - but not... unwelcome, not at all. his lashes flutter, the eye contact a little overwhelming for him, now - arms sliding up to loop around his shoulders instead, head dipping to tuck his face into his neck with a shallow, shaky sigh. and, importantly, a subtle rock of his hips, adjusting. good, all he can offer right now when the deep pink flush seeping down his entire upper body seems to be stealing his words from him. more, ever-reliable. ]

Mmh...

[ stop being so amused when he just desperately wants to get this right. he's gonna get self-conscious.

there is a quick moment of concern at the way chrono tenses, the brief knitting of his eyebrows... but those brief thoughts slipping through help laurence relax and breathe out a sigh, letting the remaining anxiety slip away as chrono adjusts. that flush on his skin is horribly cute, even in this position, enough that he's almost disappointed to be pulled closer, but not enough to resist. there may not even be a need for it, like this, but even laurence wants to feel closer still, other arm snaking around his waist to hold him fast. he readjusts the angle his hand slightly to accommodate them both, gently exploring until it feels like he's relaxed enough that laurence can give him more like he keeps insisting, carefully pressing in a second with a questioning whisper. ]

Chrono...?

[ let him know how you're feeling, don't hold back even if it's too much. ]

[ it's entirely fondness. he's doing just great.

the arm around his waist makes him shiver, feeling oddly comforted, even if every point of contact is like a livewire at this stage. chrono's arms slowly loosen, eventually ending up with his hands bracing against laurence's shoulders as he gets used to the feeling. it's kind of fascinating, how the angle and texture and shape are all so different from doing this himself. different and better, much better. the second finger pressing in has him whine, softly -- and it takes a moment for him to realise his name is being said so gently. ]

H-huh?

[ oh. he'd sort of zoned out, putting a little too much unnecessary effort into relaxing, maybe. he kisses laurence's neck where he's still hidden against it, reassuring. ]

It's- mm, it's good. You can go, ah. [ a brief, light bite, as if to distract him from how he shifts encouragingly. ] Um. Deeper.

[
ah, the whine is a good sign, he thinks? and he can't help being a little satisfied at how dazed chrono seems to be - there's something very exciting about having this kind of effect on another person that he couldn't have anticipated if he tried, and he could swear he hears his heart pounding.

the bit draws a quiet, pleased sound from his throat, but it isn't quite enough to distract him from that shift, despite the way he cants his head to the side slightly to allow for more of that attention. "deeper," hm? somehow that lights a spark of impatience within him, sp with a nod, he does just that. both fingers stretch a little before probing with gentle, massaging motions to search out the reaction he wants. ]

[ the whine is definitely a good sign. even like this, thrills run up his back, completely unexpectedly considering how he'd been prepared to take this as a necessary rather than wanted step. but those fingers feel good, now that he's used to them. one of his palms slides from shoulder to chest to between them, taking laurence back in hand with a few curious, stuttering strokes.

they both know what he's looking for, and chrono's more than happy to try and help him find it, even through the haze of arousal that has overtaken forethought. especially with that impatience through the emotional connection - he tries to soothe it with another kiss to his neck and a murmur of approval even as the stretch stings just a little. it's such a momentary, kind of nice sting anyway, especially when--

oh, that didn't take long. his hips buck, spine flexing and head tipping back as the line of him goes bowstring-taut. instinctively he grinds down against laurence's fingertips with a shaky, desperate moan. ]

--a-ahh, there.

[ the touch, while not unexpected, still makes his breath hitch even as his hips roll into the touch. that and the kiss are... distractions, really, from the task at hand, but not unwelcome ones, so he takes it as encouragement, banking on those positive emotions until - oh.

whatever he was expecting, it wasn't quite that, with the wave of heat and need that desperate sounds sends rippling through him. all these layers of desire through the emotional connection leaving his own mind hazy in the best of ways, no matter how hard he tries to keep his focus, and the way chrono responds, tensing and pressing down on his hand, is not making it any easier in spite of how laurence's lips curve into a pleased smile.

it makes this a little easier, doesn't it, now that he's found that sensitive spot? but he doesn't want this to go too far too soon, either, so laurence pulls his hand back just enough to tease, curling his fingertips to draw out the contact while his other fingers massage from outside, coaxing him to relax and maybe allow him to take it a little further. it feels they're both a little impatient, now, but... not yet. a little more, first. ]

[ chrono's eyes flicker open, vision momentarily blurred and a sheen of something overbright across the green of them, even though his brows knit in a very halfhearted scowl at the teasing retreat of laurence's fingers. the muscles of his thighs quiver as two opposing emotions try to make themselves known at once over the dizzying feedback - the fervent desire prompting him to try and chase the touch, and the logical gratitude for not overstaying this welcome and driving him too forward too fast. he tries to ignore the droplet of fluid that falls and beads on his abdomen. danger zone, for sure.

but. okay. he can do this. sheer determination can get through anything. one of his legs remains hooked around laurence's hip, while the other tentatively moves outward, relaxing. his hand tightens, slightly, strokes still slow and a little inconsistent. other arm, around his shoulder, palm smoothing up his nape so chrono can lean in and distract himself by grazing his teeth over and sucking lightly at his pulse point. and hips, pressing against those fingers invitingly. yeah. a little more. ]

[ he's almost disappointed when that leg moves, despite knowing that should help them both - but luckily chrono doesn't give a lot of time to dwell on it between the attentions of his hand and teeth. again, is the immediate thought bubbling up to the surface as he pauses in momentary distraction. he needs a second to appreciate chrono's lips on his skin. he almost hopes it'll leave a mark, a replacement for last week and proof that tonight is more than a dream and not just in his head.

he isn't going to leave him waiting for too long, though. not when they're both already so keyed up. and chrono seems ready and laurence could hardly tell him no at this point, so it's with a quiet sigh that he adds a third finger, moving slowly to let him adjust before trying gently stretch again. ]

[ leaving a mark is very much the intention here, and with that request - not just one or two, if he has the time. even with the fingers inside him still rendering his mind foggy and compliant, the goal helps chrono's body settle a little with the focus of a task. nipping and sucking over the same point, nails scratching gently against laurence's scalp at the same staccato rhythm of the hand around him. touch shifting as he draws back with a final kiss to prettily reddened skin, seeking any spots of particular sensitivity to add to the file for later. a light drag of teeth along his throat, finding another place to bite just above the jut of his collarbone.

but the third finger has him gasping against that unfinished mark, almost too much even though he instinctively follows the movements. and the stretch-- ] Nnhhh-! [ --hurts, a bit, an initial jolt of pain that climbs his spine as he bites down to muffle his reaction. even so, the pain isn't. bad? it leaves something pleasantly prickly in its wake, oddly satisfying even if he doesn't necessarily chase it again. he should probably say something, but between his mouth being occupied with tasting heated skin under his tongue and the comfortable, heady brainfog it's difficult to find the motivation to do so. ]

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