outdistanced | turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

[ 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.

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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. ]

[ those kisses draw a litany of small, pleased sounds out of him. brief gasps and sighs at first, then a quiet, now unrestrained moan at the matching pace between his hand and his nails in laurence's hair. he melts into the attention, oddly relaxed, with approving sounds at the teeth on his throat. he likes that a lot? more. more of that, needy thoughts echo.

ah, but that pained sound instantly snaps him back to attention, however, laurence stilling his hand with a spike of concern even as the bite makes his breath hiss through his teeth, not unpleasantly. he pulls back, free hand moving from chrono's waist to his shoulder, just shy of pulling him back by his hair. ]

C-Chrono? [ voice trembling at the sensation of tongue on skin, warm and soothing and intensely distracting. ] Are you-- W-Was it too- too much?

[ do i need to stop? the thought is almost agonizing, but he doesn't want to push him too far, either. ]

[ good sounds; that moan is glorious, chrono murmuring some kind of approving noise in response to it. good reactions; those echoing thoughts encouraging. chrono wants to give him more, relishing the way laurence relaxes at-- well, it's petting, really. in many senses of the term. cute. so then...

no...? why are you moving away? with a dismayed sound against his throat, chrono's fingers cling to laurence's hair, arm tensing around his shoulder as he tries to keep himself as close at possible. don't move. don't go. he'd already put that tiny shock of pain behind him, so irrelevant in the scheme of things that it takes him a moment to even realise that was the trigger for laurence's concern. his emotions immediately soften to something soothing amidst the unrelenting desire, even as his voice falls to that low, husky tone as he finds it again. ]

M'fine-- real good. [ had it been too much? almost, but not quite. even if it had been... ] Please don't stop.

[ a simple pointed kiss to his collarbone, and a pushback against the stilled hand that was making him ache with wanting. they were linked in so many ways right now that if he'd needed him to stop, laurence would definitely know, and there's not a single trace of hesitance at all. ]

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with chrono clinging like that, he doesn't get far. he doesn't particularly want to, either, but ensuring this is okay is more important by far. the shift in emotions does help him relax again, though, and that tone of voice is as alluring as his words are reassuring, sending a light shiver down his spine.

well. if that's how it is, he can't leave chrono waiting for too long. he really likes that pressure on his hand, anyway, so it's with a nod and a murmured affirmative that laurence tries again, reaching a little deeper and curling his fingers to reach that same spot as before. the lack of hesitation really says so much, so why not give him another taste? an apology for stopping at all, maybe, when they both so clearly want this, but still holding back just enough to be a promise for later, once they're ready. ]

[ as has been the case from practically the start, laurence's consideration and attentiveness sends something aflutter in his chest, that glowing thing that still waited patiently brightening briefly along with it. chrono smiles against his neck, kissing the second mark he'd started on in reply to that affirming nod.

he should've been a bit more prepared for the brush of fingertips against that sensitive spot, but really, no amount of expectation would lessen the reaction. vision scattering with stars as his lashes flicker, a plaintively needy moan, a full-body tremor as he tries to chase the feeling again even though he knows it's so, so dangerous. moving with barely a thought, chrono straightens just enough to come up to kiss him, before moving to nip at his ear as the overwhelming feeling begins to recede, petulant and fond all at once. ]

Tease.

[ laurence is living for these desperate little sounds he keeps making, the way chrono's body trembles under his touch more of a drug than he could have ever imagined for himself. he chases the kiss briefly with a faint smirk, a rumbling laugh deep in his chest at the complaint despite the sensation of teeth on his ear stirring that impatient wanting from before. the sound of his voice so close like this is doing things to him... if laurence weren't the one provoking it, he'd say it's unfair. maybe it still is, a little, with how utterly enticing it feels. ]

I could stop...

[ a threat, though he doesn't pull his hand back again, still working with small movements to tease. but it's... also kind of an offer? he can't exactly make this decision for both of them. ]

[ every little movement sends a fresh spike of heat through him, the feeling pooled low in his abdomen and flaring persistently now. he nips under laurence's ear as well, unable to stop the hitched breaths with each light, teasing brush against that spot. stop? chrono almost snaps at him, given what he'd literally just said, but-- the veiled meaning catches his ears and tugs just a tiny bit at the emotional link, and he stills, drawing just barely back to meet his eyes.

laurence could make the decision for both of them. chrono really wouldn't mind - would prefer it, in some ways. but as it stands... the pink flush that stains his skin all the way down to mid-chest seems to darken slightly, colour peaking at his cheeks, ears, and around the back of his neck. fingers trace almost coy patterns into tritone hair and against his nape, considering. he feels... good. really, really good. ]

S-stop, or... [ the hand around laurence gives him one more slow stroke, fingertips retreating with an inquisitive, lingering touch. ] You could... ah. Keep going? If- yeah?

[ red really is his color, isn't it? the blush is cute, something that laurence deeply wants to commit to memory, so he splays a hand over the back of chrono's neck to drink in that warmth while he can as their eyes meet. but that lingering touch makes them flutter as he takes a deep, shuddering breath, and he quickly shifts to curl his fingers in chrono's hair to pull him into a hungry kiss.

keep going? why is it question? laurence doesn't even have to pause to consider. after one more light, careful touch, his hand withdraws to reach blindly for the packets still on the nightstand. ]

[ the cupping of his neck and that look laurence gives him behind the lock of their eyes for a moment is so tender and flustering that his chest aches, breath stuttering over a surprised, interested little sound. but he doesn't break any element of the contact, eyes wide and blinking slowly with a tilt to his head. the tug on his hair (starting to really enjoy that, too) and the searing kiss are met keenly, shifting to cup laurence's jaw with his free hand.

the fingers retreating entirely feels-- weird, for a moment, vacant with how used to the feeling he'd become. it takes some of the brainfog with them, which is actually a good thing despite briefly missing the comfortable sort of spell it had put him under. but chrono does not want to miss a single detail of anything coming next, enthralled and eager. every part of him, physical, mental and emotional, aquiver with anticipation and wanting. ]

[ there's just a brief flash of amusement at that noise - what is he so surprised about, anyway? but he doesn't linger on it, attention sufficiently occupied elsewhere as chrono's eagerness starts feeding into his own, each point they touch sending little thrills of excitement through his body. nervousness, too, despite all their mutual efforts to relax. he wants this, but there's still that little thread of doubt that he might do something wrong.

it's not quite enough to override the desire driving him, though, and those feelings make it all the more difficult when laurence has to break the kiss to pull back, a small, irritated sound escaping his throat as he rips open the packaging impatiently. during the moment it takes to roll the condom and to find the bottle he'd set aside and apply that, too, he watches chrono with lidded eyes, tracing the sight of bare, flushed skin pressed into the pillow and mattress, something he's sure to see again in his dreams often in the future... suddenly his mouth feels a little dry, and he needs a moment to avert his gaze and wet his lips before leaning back down to catch chrono's bottom lip between his teeth and pull gently.

one hand finds its way back to the leg still curled around his hip, insistently holding it against him as he presses closer to find the right position between them. his eyes open again, briefly, to search chrono's face for any final sign that this isn't okay, somehow still unsure despite the connection between them to reassure him - and when he doesn't find it, pushes in slowly with a shuddering breath, pressing their foreheads together as his mind goes hazy with the sensation. ]

O-Oh. [ a breathless murmur, voice strained with pleasure. ] Chrono.

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