outdistanced | turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

[ with the multiplicity of emotional feedback layering the sensitivity over them both, it takes a while for his thoughts to reboot. the nails imprinting into his shoulder do not help at all, fresh shocks up his spine shorting him out even further. unconscious affirmations for the teeth and tongue at his throat and arrhythmic rolls of his hips back against laurence's are all he can initially manage. the hand in his hair had slipped to his neck, pressed to his nape; the one braced on laurence's shoulderblade had definitely clawed hard enough to leave his own set of imprints, not only the crescents of his nails but the pressure of his fingertips alone, and loosening that tense grip felt like a herculean task itself once he registers where is own body is again.

that hand slides down to rest heavily on the curve of laurence's waist, as if feeling out every movement beneath it. chrono is pretty certain he's only still holding out on pure stubborn willpower, desire to experience as much of this as possible for as long as possible outweighing the desire to reach the almost inconceivable high of the endpoint's peak. though, that peak really was looking more enticing by the second, if that's how damn phenomenal they were already able to feel. even the barest pressure against that spot inside him draws cut-off moans from his throat, and it's excruciating to push his shoulders back and swallow those sounds down long enough to coax laurence's head away from his neck to meet his eyes. fingers trace through his hair, tender at odds with the way legs shift to lock ankles over the small of his back. chrono's voice is rough, low, and still broken up with desperate noises despite the efforts. ]

D-don't hold back. Whatever- a-ah, a-anything you want, I want it too. [ honesty, it still comes down to. this, like anything else, should be as honest as the rest of their time together. he trusts laurence to know where to touch him, how to hold him, when to kiss him, what to do. ] You feel so fucking good. I-I... just want you.

[ the pressure on his shoulder, the bite of those nails - he's starting to see why chrono is so weak to that kind of touch, and he's almost disappointed when his grip starts to loosen. almost, because he is still very much distracted by the sounds chrono is making, even a little annoyed that he's holding them back. maybe it's a bit greedy, but he wants to hear everything, each little noise and when they happen, so he knows exactly how to draw them out again.

there's a quiet sound of protest as he's pulled up, gray eyes hazy as they meet chrono's from the gentle touches in his hair. it could almost make laurence melt if not for the enthralling pressure around his waist to draw him impossibly closer. it's the quality of his voice, dangerously attractive despite the stutter from those delightful sounds, that starts to draw laurence out of it and makes him listen intently to every word. and the effect they have on him is striking, taking his breath away and making his eyes widen.

i just want you. it nearly makes his pounding heart stop completely, that warm feeling in his chest eclipsing even the intensity of teenage lust for just a moment. how could he have that kind of hold on anyone? even as intertwined as they are, it's hard to believe, enough that he has to avert his eyes and remind himself to breathe. as honest as they've been with each other up to now, it's still a lot to take in, no matter how comforting it really is. ]

Y-You, too.

[ glancing back at him with the slightest hesitation before dipping his head for a rough, needy kiss as if that can carry the meaning for him. i want you, too. the hand on chrono's shoulder slips down his side, lightly teasing with nails on the way to his waist, so he can use that new, perfect angle to keep hitting that sweet spot, chasing that high for them both. as he pulls chrono to him, laurence pulls back just enough to speak against his lips, voice soft, almost pleading. ]

Don't you hold back on me, either, alright?

[ ah. so that's what it looks like on someone else. that stray thought of laurence's from just before finds an echo in his own mind; he loves that look on him. the surprise and slow understanding, the way it visibly registers despite the weight of it, and oh, that surge of emotion that has him gasp softly as it melds with his own, overbright for a moment - though chrono's head tilts as laurence looks away, a tiny flicker of concern that he'd overstepped in his dazed state. the palm resting heavy on laurence's waist skims up within the sliver of space between them to his centre chest, as if to assist in reminding him to take a breath as well.

but that concern is whisked away so fast. how could it stay, with that almost demure look back leading into the kind of kiss that sends a fresh ripple of every kind of wanting through him? that direct thought, plain yet heavy with significance? those nails, still with that teasing touch and still making his skin and the pool of heat in his abdomen ignite like a matchboard? the way being pulled in sends thrills throughout his entire body, paired with the hands on his waist searing with intent? he's already making pitched, scattered noises into each kiss, but as he catches his breath to hear laurence's mirrored request in that delicate tone - everything feels overlaid in the perfect place, and it kind of brings him back to himself.

a slow blink, a nod, a simple kiss, and a smile that's part-silk, part-smirk; he's ready to drown in it, now. ]

Then... [ he leans forward to nip at laurence's ear, that reignited, ravenous desire helpfully burning through any last shreds of self-control he might have had. heels dig insistently into the dip of laurence's back before legs loosen slightly in offer - he liked those hands on his thighs, too - palm continuing up to loop his arm around a shoulder and draw ever-closer, other hand still tracing too-innocent patterns into short hair. ] ...you'd better shut me up, huh?

[ the nip on his ear draws a quiet, pleased noise from his throat, breathing as heavily as he might for a run - at least, it feels that way, but better? this is definitely better. and after hearing that, and feeling chrono's emotions match his own, he can't even find it in him to be shy anymore. it's freeing, in an odd way that laurence doesn't quite understand. something to unpack later, maybe.

those heels in his back are as clear a message as anything, though, and he would hate to disappoint him now. curling his fingers, laurence skims his skin down, tracing his body to the softer skin of chrono's thigh to push the leg back carefully with the next roll of his hips. it's a little easier like this, though it makes the kiss a bit messier as he fails to choke back a strangled moan at the feeling. but that's what chrono wanted, wasn't it? no holding back? he meets those eyes briefly, still a bit dazed with desire but somehow defiant still despite how his eyelids flutter. he can hold out, just a little longer. ]

I don't want you to be too quiet, though.

[ let him hear exactly what effects they have on each other. ]

[ he's never been so grateful for his flexibility as laurence pushes his leg back, the other keeping its insistent hold around his waist, and - god. the difference it makes, allowing that roll of hips to press in just a little further, put a little more pressure against that spot - the wonderful noise it pulls from laurence is echoed by the sharp cry and following cascade of broken sounds the sensation rends out of him, fingers clawing into skin and hair. peering through his lashes to find that brief glance, having to try a few times to find enough breath to respond even as his lips curl into a small, pleased grin. ]

Huh, yeah? [ a shaky, low laugh. ] You like hearin' me moan your name, Laurence?

[ where the hell this kind of shameless talk is coming from, he's got no idea - okay, a maybe a bit of an idea, that defiant flash mirrored in his own pleasure-clouded gaze. there was no losing, here, but the mood was still kind of more fun with a little competition to it. it was part of their natures, part of what built their easy friendship, something that chrono really enjoyed about their time together; how they could challenge each other in small, often kind of stupid ways but stayed on equal ground. even here, as he was barely holding on to lucid thought, as he dips his head to drag his teeth over the soft skin under laurence's ear, as he bucks his hips up against him with a growl. ]

[ where is that shamelessness coming from? more importantly, why's it so goddamn hot? that smirk, the challenging tone, the way his laugh trembles after all those intriguing little sounds... laurence might be offended if he didn't find it so attractive. well - no, maybe it still is offensive, because it's always so hard to turn down a challenge and chrono knows that. ]

So what if I do? You - ahh!

[ the combination of those movements is almost lethal, and laurence has to bite down on his shoulder against the groan threatening to cut him off. the effect is undeniable - his breath stutters as the movements send sparks through his body, his rhythm becoming more erratic, if only for a moment. and then he retaliates with nails digging crescents into chrono's skin - he will never get tired of that discovery, he's pretty sure.

his breath is heavy as he tries to soothe that bite with his tongue, the nails with gentler fingertips, but the hand on chrono's waist slides to his back to lightly graze the skin. a challenge of his own, maybe, as he finds his voice again, breath heavy. ]

...You're just so good at it, Chrono.

[ of course he knows that laurence won't turn this down, and the effect is everything he's hoped it would be. chrono manages to work some kind of pleased lilt into the shuddering whine the bite causes. as nice as it is, the flash of sharpness followed by the comforting brush of tongue, he can't help but wish a little that groan had been free to be heard. he eases them back into rhythm with staccato sounds following each press into him, palm spreading flat and heavy over a shoulderblade, even as nails biting into his skin make him gasp and falter for a moment.

and then the praise, the teasing touch, and his name in that tone send a full shiver down his spine, legs shifting slightly, hands pressing into skin as he squirms, heat rising to the tips of his ears. he'd expected the retaliation but not quite one so perfect - he nuzzles into laurence's hair, pulling in shallow inhales, exhilarated laughter woven through as he kisses his temple and murmurs into his ear. ]

Hh-hmm, you're- ah, gonna get... a couple more out of me, then.

[ maybe. he's pretty fucking close right now. it's taking a lot of determination to not wrap a hand around himself and just relieve the pressure built up but that's not how he wants this - curiosity and desire and a challenge to himself, even, spurring him on. ]

...Laurence.

Mm, knew you wouldn't let me down.

[ in so, so many ways - from the sounds he makes and the way he says laurence's name, to the little dares and every emotion behind each movement they make, and they move so amazingly well together. and how chrono can still be so cheeky like this...? he always has been, that was part of the draw, but hearing that interspersed with those broken little sounds is only fueling that already indomitable wanting rippling through him.

he does his best to match that pace again, determined not to let chrono down. how did he get them back on track so easily, anyway? his own mind is so foggy, but it's easier than expected, and he's too pleased to dream of complaining. and he seems to sense that temptation, the curiosity, so with a shaky exhale, he leans closer to brush his tongue over the shell of chrono's ear, trying to ease that heat even a little, voice a rough whisper. ]

D-Don't let go.

[ he likes how close they are, and how it means there isn't a single detail they can miss about each other. that's a risk he desperately doesn't want to take, not while they only have each other for a few more days. ]

[ a pleased hum of affirmation, another kiss to his temple, breathy ahs with the way their movements fall back into step - then a louder, trembling moan as he shifts his hips back into the angle for laurence to hit that spot, the pressure so delicious that stars scatter once again across his already blurred vision.

the tongue at his ear, the whisper - how those are supposed to ease the heat rather than send another spike of it flaring through him he's not sure, but the words themselves bolster his resolve even as his head feels that static high setting back in. he draws back just enough to tilt his head and capture laurence's lips in a needy kiss, hand in his hair finally sliding down his neck with one last playful scritch for his arm to join its pair looped around laurence's shoulders. arching his back up off the mattress so for a second as much of them can touch as possible. holding him close, not letting go.

but every point of skin on skin is too overwhelmingly good now, from the perfect angle of their hips, the heady awareness of laurence's hand on his thigh, the way pressing up like this makes the heat of him skim briefly across laurence's midsection - a hiss as his body quivers, fighting his mind to reach that peak. ]

Laurence... [ a low whine of his name now, desperation tinging his voice. ] I'm... s-so- I-I won't let go, so--

[ a more pointed roll back of his hips, slightly off-rhythm, faster. leg bending back a little further, other pressing insistently against his side. ]

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