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laurence nimith ([personal profile] outdistanced) wrote2025-02-16 06:52 pm
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turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

this boy's hair is so mystifying
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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-04-12 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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...
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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-04-12 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-04-12 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-04-13 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-04-13 10:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-04-13 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-04-13 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-04-13 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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?
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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-04-13 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-04-14 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's all he can do to let his emotions - certainty, yearning, adoration, and that utter trust - try to assuage those nerves. his own anxieties stir, different in origin but just as persistent, but that helpful glowing thing seems to flare and melt away the sharp edges of those pointless doubts.

though chrono mirrors the tiny irritated noise when their kiss is needed to be broken, he quickly shifts attentive, the sharp concentration in his gaze returned fully to etch every motion, every auditory detail, each skim of skin into his memory. how the sound of the foil tearing makes his own ears burn. the eyes that trace him in turn, and then the cute way laurence has to look elsewhere a moment, though the sight of him ready atop him like this makes chrono swallow too. the pull to his lip that has him chase it with his teeth and tongue. a hand smooths down the centre of laurence's chest, pressing lightly against it to feel his heartbeat for a moment, before it skates over his ribs, hooks under an arm and splays over a shoulderblade when he feels the heat of a palm on his leg. hitching that up a little higher, meeting that last searching gaze with only honest wanting and warmth.

his breath stutters over a quiet, simple ah, as laurence pushes in. the slow stretch aches, even three fingers and thorough attention not enough to eliminate that, but he truly could not care less. it's so completely background to how the rest of his body sings with the sensation, the satisfying fullness, the near-final step toward the absolute closeness they'd both been seeking. it fades out quickly anyway, or - is maybe just incorporated into how right this feels, a fragment of the whole experience that fits in with the rest.

and. damn. that murmur, his name in that tone. they're rearranging that tierlist of favourite sounds a lot tonight. the gentle breath of a laugh he breathes out is not any part amusement, but amazement, affection, exhilaration, and a little tiny bit of disbelief. the haziness fills his own mind again, too, but with something like a beam of light cutting through the fog, that draws every bit of his focus to... ]


Laurence. [ hand in his hair, a little shaky but anchoring as he nuzzles against his brow, brushes their noses. soft, even as he rocks his hips to invite more. ] Mm. You feel good.
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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-04-14 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ amidst everything else, every sensation and reaction and layer of twofold emotion, it's the beacon-response of that faint warmth and the simple, devastating praise in laurence's words that strike through to his core. his eyes go wide, breath swept out of him almost by tone and words alone, prompting a small sound akin to the surprised, flustered note he'd made earlier.

it's... kind of overwhelming, in a different way to the physicality but intrinsically linked with it, given all they shared in this moment. the hand weaved into tritone hair slides down slightly to angle his head for a moment - to press his lips to the underside of his jaw, up below his ear, the peak of his cheekbone, and against his temple where chrono noses into his hairline for a moment, a tremulous sigh stirring the border of black and white strands. ]


All of you. [ at a kind of awed whisper. ] It's a-all of you, too.

[ and though that ravenous desire waits in the wings for its return, the start of this unhurried pace seems to be more than enough to quell it for now. leaning back just enough for their eyes to meet, heavy lids hiding razor-fine observance, he responds carefully with each motion despite the fact that the sheer sensation of every movement lights sparks all the way through him. but there's a slow understanding, finding that ebb and flow, the matching rhythm, like being led into step. ]
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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-04-15 10:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh. that escaping thought has his cheeks flaring impossibly hotter, another quiet, startled sound as his mind kind of fails to process it on the first few attempts. two people who struggle to handle praise, trying to communicate it anyway - well. it's going pretty damn fine, actually, in a sort of roundabout way. it does make him kind of falter into the stolen kiss, chasing it a little too late, leaving him wanting a little more as he bites his own lower lip.

and keeps it there a moment, to muffle the inevitable gasp as those goddamn nails skate over his skin. his shoulders twitch and tense as if ticklish, eyelids fluttering, the arm looped around laurence's back tightening its hold. contrary, really, to how his head tilts, barely-visible slivers of green through his lashes glancing away. ]


Laurence.

[ a warning, but not to discourage. how could he, when everything feels so unreasonably good. and... is it even a warning, really? hard to tell even for himself, with how he glances back dark-eyed and draws his other leg up slowly, pressing his thigh to laurence's hip on a roll into him. ]

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