outdistanced | turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

[ 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. ]

[ the slight shift in angle - and that sound, god, hearing chrono like this is unbelievably exhilarating - makes his breath hitch, the emotional feedback making his head spin. his hand splays on chrono's thighs, attentively feeling how the muscles of his leg moves as laurence rocks into him and meets the kiss with a unfaltering hunger of his own.

the way chrono says his name this time... it's different in the most exciting way, a testament to how right and good this all feels. it sends a pleasant shiver throughout his whole body, intensified by the arch of his back as their bodies press together magnificently, and immediately laurence decides he doesn't want to lose that intoxicating point of friction yet, not when it makes chrono tremble like that. it's with some reluctance that he moves his hand from chrono's thigh, instead hooking that leg around his arm as he braces himself on the bed, pressing as close as he can while eagerly meeting that faster pace with a choked gasp. with the other hand sliding back to his waist, fingers leaving imprints as laurence roughly pulls their hips together, as if to promise he won't let go either, not until they're both satisfied. ]

A-ah, fuck-!

[ somehow he's not expecting it at all, to have his motion met with equal - no, eclipsing fervour, to be pressed back into the mattress with such electrifying pressure. the hand leaving his thigh seems like a loss for all of a millisecond until he feels the tensing muscle of an arm braced under it instead, an entirely new sensation on its own but how it changes the feeling of the next roll into him is so incredibly superb that his mind goes utterly blank with it. some obstinate instinct tries to keep up with their kiss and almost succeeds, fractured, pitched sounds spilling from his throat with every movement, messily breaking the coordination even as his lips and tongue seek laurence's like dry earth seeks water. the friction is-- too much, every brush of skin far too intense as laurence hits that spot within him over and over, the bruising grip on his hip pulling him in rending an absolutely filthy whine from deep in his chest as the thrill makes him shudder. fingers scrabble over the plane of his shoulders before finding divots to claw into, nails biting down to hold. to not let go.

whatever voice chrono finds barely registers as his own, consciousness so deeply obsessed with the way the rest of his body feels that the sound of it seems removed from him, even as he speaks between longing kisses. but he wouldn't let laurence down, right? ]

Lau- Laurence, y-you feel... I- nnh- need to... come--

[ one last gossamer-fine thread holds him, on the very verge of snapping, one hand slipping up to cup laurence's nape and lock hazy green eyes to gray one more time. seeking, with the barest focus he can muster- not permission, exactly, but confirmation, that now was okay. that they were both ready to let that craving be finally, properly sated, let the feedback overtake them fully and be lost in nothing but each other. ]

[ keeping track of the kiss feels like a monumental task with his own breaths broken by gasps whenever chrono shifts just right, but laurence clumsily tries to chase him anyway. but, fuck, that sound. it makes him falter, momentarily stunned, until those nails in his shoulder wrench a harsh groan from his throat. every inch of his body feels oversensitive, muscles tense with need, enough that even such a small touch pushes him closer to the edge and makes his hips buck a little harder.

his eyes are slits under heavy lids when they meet again, mind dizzied and struggling to process what he says, but not enough that a stray thought doesn't slip by. fuck, me too. there's a blink as the realization sets in, then laurence's lips curl into a slow grin. ]

D-Didn't you- ngh - say that y-you wouldn't hold back?

[ an invitation, rolled into one last challenge for them both. there's a hint of desperation slipping into the emotional connection, that burning desire for release that he's only been holding back for chrono's sake, and feeling that shared need, hearing him admit it out loud... it would almost be a relief, if it didn't make him want it even more. ]

Ahh, Chrono... [ a breathy whine as he lets chrono's craving melt into his own, driving him closer to the edge. ] You feel so... so good.

[ the harsher snaps of laurence's hips drive about half of the little remaining coherency from his mind - that feels unfairly, insanely good, being pulled into those even deeper with that hand warm and solid on his waist. and then the simple concession communicated over thought reins the remainder in for a moment, his last tiny bit of lucidity managing to let him breathe out a single disbelieving laugh, pull the corners of his mouth into a mirrored grin and lightly tap their foreheads together. ]

Then y-you'd... better come- mmh-- w-with me.

[ it's hearing that honest, vocal admission of how he feels that does it, paired with his overtuned body hitting its breaking point on one more press against his sweet spot. there's a rough moan that might have been the first syllable of laurence's name at some point but is so saturated in pleasure and surrender that it's unidentifiable, lashes flickering as his eyes try to be wide open and tightly shut at once, expression of total gratification and relief - his muscles twitch and spine goes taut, release spilling hot onto his abdomen between them, unconsciously graceless jolts of his hips riding out the waves of truly devastating climax. ]

[ what is about that gesture feels so strangely gentle...? the single laugh, drawing him, the smile, the brief touch of their foreheads... it all draws him in so easily that laurence finds himself blithely startled. for a moment, his grin softens from demanding to something warm, charmed, until chrono speaks again and snaps his attention back to the current goal. voice eluding him in the cloudiness of his mind, all he can do is nod faintly.

it's that fucking sound, shamelessly wanton, that destroys any remnant of composure on the spot and rends a similar sound from deep in his throat as his vision goes white, eyes squeezing shut on pure reflex. as his body tenses, laurence's hips stutter, wholly unaware of whether they've fallen out of sync when the ecstasy rippling through his body has stolen his full attention. who even needs a proper rhythm when they can just reach the finish line together, as chrono demanded, stars dancing across the backs of their eyelids?

it leaves him breathless, utterly dazed and still gasping for air as he slowly begins to come back to himself, but undeniably satiated. his grip finally relents on chrono's waist, instead ghosting up his side to caress his cheek as he steals one more fleeting kiss, face flushed a radiant pink. he presses their foreheads together, unwilling to pull away just yet. ]

[ later, going through these memories, chrono will find himself recalling that beautiful sound and expression with surprising clarity - the little part of his mind that files important things away working stubborn and thorough despite the rest of his thoughts crashing quite happily to a complete halt. right now, though, he can only sort of vaguely feel the staggering of their motions, the emotional feedback filling the empty space his thoughts left behind with a blinding, pure euphoric high for a long moment.

the comedown is slow, consciousness returning in sections. his vision completely blurred and bright in the corners, like a filter that slowly fades out; his hearing muffled, cottonlike until it clears; his breathing shallow gasps that finally settle into deep-chested attempts to fill his lungs; and the awareness of his physical self... well, that's a little more complicated.

a quiet ah as the almost ticklish sensation of laurence's hand skimming up his side has his breath hitching, oversensitised body twitching with aftershocks even as he returns that kiss softly. the imprints of his fingers on his waist ache pleasantly, promises of bruises he's going to be a little too glad to see in the morning. their foreheads touching, motion shockingly tender. chrono can't quite find the way to form words just yet, but his nails unhook from their hold in one shoulder to smooth a palm up the back of laurence's neck, gently knead into the soft hairs at his nape, and pull him that tiny distance down for a few more light, simple kisses. they could take a little time untangling themselves, surely. ]

[ it's those little gasping breaths that start to rein laurence's awareness back in, bringing a small, satisfied smile to his face even as the aftershocks send a few more tremors though his body as the sting of chrono's nails begins to fade. the soft touch in his hair draws out a contented hum, thoughts too comfortably hazy to even bother trying to speak yet.

he's all too eager to return those kisses, just another excuse to stay close, but, ah... as his thoughts start to reform, he's realizing this might be a little bit uncomfortable a position to hold for too long? at least with chrono's leg like this? with one last kiss, he reluctantly pulls back to extract himself with a sigh, already missing the warmth of his body, and carefully guides that leg down to the mattress. he doesn't move his hand, though - that's one point of contact he intends to keep for now. ]

[ oh, right. there was that fact, wasn't there, this position that had felt great in motion beginning to ache. not that he'd even noticed until laurence starts moving away, the slow registering of vague, but satisfying, soreness starting to sink through the almost dreamlike state his mind was still comfortably in. a slightly displeased sound as laurence pulls away - displeased at the shiver of overwhelmed sensitivity or at the actual physical loss of contact he's not sure, probably the second as the first leaves a weirdly nice static sense behind - and lets himself relax a little into the bedding.

the hand on laurence's neck lifts to cover the one on his own cheek, running a thumb over the back of it as he blinks, slow and catlike, gentle smile and his own hum of contentment in reply. until another sensation distracts him, a slightly oversexed murmur of nothing in particular as his other hand frees itself to swipe two fingertips through the cooling streaks on his stomach, turning his head to frown at it contemplatively. ]

[ that little sound makes him even more disappointed to pull away... if he didn't have to, at some point, laurence truly wouldn't bother. but there's comfort in knowing that they can still stay the night together, let their limbs tangle as closely as they want, at least until the morning comes. the thought brings a serene, pleasant thrum to his emotions, amplified by the gentle touch on the back of his hand.

...and that is quickly eclipsed by amusement as he watches chrono frown, breathing out a laugh. ]

What? [ still quiet, like he can't quite bring himself to break the atmosphere and speak normally. ] Not quite good enough for you?

[ mostly teasing, but there is the tiniest, annoying seed of doubt that makes him wonder. laurence has never quite been able to ignore that, no matter how hard he tries. but... they should probably clean up, anyway, right? he should look for towels, at least tissues or something - that's a good enough distraction for now, though he only averts his eyes for now instead of moving away. ]

[ the steady warmth of affection that had led them to this in the first place had settled back into place like an aura, chrono's head turning back to press a kiss into laurence's palm with the imprint of an equally amused smile. that barest hint of doubt has him leave a second kiss there, too, volume remaining equally quiet even though he's certain nothing could break how happy he feels right now. ]

You've gotta be kidding. [ his expression falls a little sly, voice still rough, emotional echo one of reassurance and comfort despite it. ] If I could move at all... mmh, y'know.

[ he doesn't finish the thought, too many options going through his still kind of hyperfocused horny brain. (un)fortunately, he's far too exhausted to draw them into a round two, though the idea doesn't leave for a frustratingly long moment. what the hell. his hand leaves its weave with laurence's to reach weakly in the direction of the nightstand, where there is a flat box of tissues - ones used for weekend depression piles getting a much-needed reprieve from tears, perhaps. but. he really can't reach from where he is, and has no motivation to attempt further. ]

...can you get 'em.

[ it'd be impossible to not be charmed by those little kisses, sweet gestures that they are. laurence laughs again, this time a bit shyly, dipping his head to avoid the sly look. it is reassuring though, and weirdly gratifying to see chrono acting like his whole body's made of jelly. ]

You could move if you wanted to.

[ maybe if the first time hadn't been so wonderfully overwhelming, he would consider another go at it, just to be absolutely certain that chrono wouldn't be going anywhere. that whisper of doubt has gone quiet, but for better or worse, he's just as tired. might need a nap after this. with a soft sigh, he steals one last kiss before leaning over him to grab the tissue box and deposit it on the bed beside them. grabbing a few for himself, too, because he is starting to feel a little uncomfortable, too... the condom has gotta go, but not without another teasing remark first. ]

Made a mess, didn't you?

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