outdistanced | turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

[ 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.

[ 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.

[ while each of those overwhelmingly positive emotions serve to fluster him, his own face and ears hotter than they've ever felt - it's that sense of sheer trust that stands out, echoed back in full. after all these weeks, there's no one he believes in more, and that makes it so much easier to settle into this despite how his heart continues to race, and that laugh. soft as it is, it still takes his breath away, and with it every trace of tension as he shifts to catch chrono's lips in a brief kiss, mirroring those emotions right back at him.

and the way chrono says his name. that alone sends a ripple of pleasure through his body, and he wants that sound etched into his memory, something to keep him company when they go home to different worlds. ]

You - ah, fuuuck. [ such a small movement, but plenty to draw out a quiet moan as something flutters in his chest. his body moves without a thought, trying to match chrono, not even remotely discouraged by the initial lack of rhythm. it takes a second to find his voice again, tone low and husky. ] S-So do you. All of you - you feel... incredible.

[ physically, of course, but that's not all he means. the emotional side of it, too, feels dangerously good, enough to spur him into another languid roll of his hips now that the impatience has been temporarily sated. and that glowing feeling coming from chrono, whatever it is - he couldn't even begin trying to put a name to it, right now - seems to awaken a similar warmth in his own chest, faint and not top of mind, but familiar and just as comforting as anything. it's nice, something he doesn't want to resist, but sorting that out can wait until later. ]

[ 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. ]

[ the surprised sound, the wide eyes... all because he was being honest? it feels like a little much, an overreaction that makes his falter briefly in sheer embarrassment. still, as laurence closes his eyes to try and will that feeling away... i love that look on you.

which is. frankly also a little much for him, somehow. it's enough to make him wish he could stop thinking altogether and just lose himself in all the ways they're connected. so he gives into that desire for a moment, pliant under chrono's touch and easily moving to accommodate him with quiet, mindlessly approving sounds. the closer they can get, the better; though that whisper so close to his ear almost makes him tremble with the weight of its emotion. it almost feels unfair to be flustered so easily, even if it seems to be mutual.

but there is plenty else to focus on - namely, the way they seem to fall into step with stunning ease, not unlike the dance they shared weeks ago. that's a little dizzying, too, the sensation coupled with the realization of exactly how well they understand each other, how natural a step this seems after how easily they'd come to support and trust one another. that alone could make him happy in too many ways to count, and laurence finds himself unable to resist the urge to steal a kiss just as chrono leans back to meet his eyes. as much as he likes that look, as much as he wants to hold onto this connection... he's a little curious how that expression will change if he lets his hand slip from chrono's hair to his shoulder, lightly skimming the skin with his nails. not quite enough to dig in, but enough that it'll be hard to ignore. ]

[ 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. ]

[ the lip biting is incredibly attractive right now, but the muffled gasp... also is, honestly, though he kind of wishes chrono wouldn't try to suppress it like that? still. the would-be warning has amusement bubbling up in him, bringing with it a quiet, breathless laugh as his fingertips linger on his shoulder, almost taunting with the way he doesn't quite dig in or rake them across his skin again again. just a reminder that he can. ]

Yeah...?

[ gonna do something about it? press that leg against him, make his breath stutter, his heart skip a beat? whatever shall laurence do? maybe give his thigh a squeeze before sliding his hand up to chrono's waist to use as leverage, adjusting the angle of their hips to try and hit that same spot as before. the hunger is already starting to dig its claws into him again, and he's eager to assuage it, but he's somehow even more excited by chrono's reactions than the physicality between them, keenly attentive to every shift in emotion or thought. ]

[ part of him wants to comment about how much of a tease laurence is when he's wrapped up in this mood, how different it would be if it was turned around on him, try and put some of this attention back on him. but the hand on his thigh is so distracting (exactly what he wanted. don't worry about it?), how it slides up to his waist - really like your hands there, fuck - and the haze of everything doesn't let laurence's goal dawn on him until a second too late. ]

Wh- aahhh...!!

[ right on target. his back arches for what feels like the millionth time today but never ever better - his head throws back, stuttered little sounds following that near-scream - his rhythm thrown as he tries to chase after the feeling, a superheated bead of fluid dripping from himself onto his stomach. overwhelmed, immensely. waves of pleasure the only thing his mind can process for a long moment. ]

Edited 2025-04-16 04:19 (UTC)

[ he's so right, if this were turned on him laurence would just let the earth reclaim him rather than endure it, but there's just something about chrono that really activates the competitiveness in him. luckily for him, that single thought is as far as it gets - and it is so satisfying, in its own way - but then the feedback hits, and he's left gasping. if his nails start to bite into chrono's skin, it's entirely unintentional, spurred on by the sheer, staggering pleasure shared between them both.

it's a mild disbelief that first resurfaces as the initial effect starts to fade out, laurence still struggling to accept that he can make someone feel so good. then amazement at how good it feels for him, too - again, all of it, feeding that warm feeling in his chest - quickly followed by that persistent hunger, the need for more building in his lower abdomen. it feels like he should say something, but no words come to mind, so instead he traces the line of chrono's jaw with his lips, a bit clumsily as laurence absolutely fails to focus through the sensation, down to his neck where he pulls the skin between his teeth, quick to sooth it with his tongue. ]

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