outdistanced | turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

[ 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?

Nah. I'm comfy right here.

[ as always, laurence's shyness is extremely cute, the way he dips away so endearing that chrono's expression softens from sly to fond almost immediately. full mobility was taking a long time to return to his limbs, however, small shifts to settle in further all he really can be bothered managing for the moment. and a lazy hand grabbing some tissues, maybe, with a grateful hum as laurence retrieves the box as requested.

ahh, he's a little sweaty, too... wiping his fingers and abdomen clean is a rather unforgiving task given the high hasn't even fully subsided yet, and he kind of wants a shower despite also not wanting to move - but laurence's comment has him laugh brightly in surprise, smile curling into something a bit feline and smug as he glances back with half-lidded eyes. ]

Not exactly many options. [ not from that position, anyway-- lord. he shakes his head lightly to clear that thought out, colour peaking on his cheeks. get it together, shindou. ] Pretty sure we call this one a joint effort, yeah?

[ stop with those unbearably attractive looks already? the post-climax high is a very good look on him, laurence decides, and he absolutely wants to see this again someday, though he pointedly doesn't think about how long that might take. if it's even possible, but he's made the choice to believe in chrono, if nothing else. ]

So maybe we try something a little different next time.

[ which. sounds more confident than he feels, by far. immediately he kind of regrets saying it - embarrassing!! horny brain bad!! - and busies his hands with cleaning himself up and tossing all the mess in the trash. goodbye. as soon as they're free again, though, his hands are drawn back to chrono like a magnet, one gently coaxing his other leg down from around laurence's waist. ]

...I guess I can take some credit, too.

[ his cheeks are burning and he might burst into flames any minute, he's pretty sure. ]

[ he's painstakingly leaned over just enough to not miss the trash himself when laurence makes that incredibly intriguing statement - once again picking up on what chrono isn't saying out loud, or at least mirroring the intent, either way it makes something flicker pleasantly in his chest - and he turns back with raised eyebrows and the smug smile widening to a full grin. which-- yeah, it's a little embarrassing, too!! his blush reddens ridiculously, hand coming up to cover his face for a moment even as he nods with an approving hum and that smile refuses to subside. it was ludicrous for either of them to be feeling bashful now, but the unspoken promise of next time is appealing in so many ways that he can't quite process it for a moment.

at least until laurence's hands are back on him. oh. his leg was still there. whoops. chrono peers through his fingers, breathes out a half-laugh, half-apology and lets his hand drop - kind of, anyway, as with his limbs unlocked he instead takes a moment to stretch, full-body with arms over his head and toes at point. sore, a bit. tingling along his skin, as his back shifts. generally feeling completely spectacular, actually, arms dropping right back onto laurence's shoulders to too-casually pull him in for a kiss. ]

Mhmm. Half credit, even. [ ignore that he's also still red. shut up. ] Fifty-five?

[ don't grin like that!!! it's starting to fluster him again, making him look away with a blush of his own, as insane as that feels after they were just... ugh he's really not made for flirting why did he say that what happened to his brain-to-mouth filter!! :yell:

and yet, he doesn't really regret saying it? it would be... good. to have something to look forward to. not just that, naturally, but another level to their promise to meet again, even if their worlds won't make it easy? laurence would never regret that. more than anything, he wants to fulfill that promise, no matter how impossible it feels.

leave it to chrono to drag him out of that line of thought, a surprised sound escaping as he's pulled in, arms on each side so he doesn't just fall on top of him. he's still working off his own high, though, and easily relaxes into the kiss with a sigh. ]

...Sure. Fifty-five or whatever.

[ chrono could probably say almost anything right now and he'd agree so yeah, why not. ]

[ and more than anything, chrono wants to fulfill that promise, too. the thought remains constant in the very back of his mind, how despite their too-imminent returns to their respective worlds, they'll definitely be able to meet again. it's not confidence, really, as much as a stubborn, absolute refusal to acknowledge any other alternative. impossible was no longer a realistic term given everything they'd already been through.

so with another content, amused hum, chrono draws laurence into a long, slow pattern of simple, easy kisses, fingers tracing circles on the planes of his shoulders and letting himself just enjoy the feeling of his lips on his for a while. if they were going to have to miss this for who knows how long, he'd make sure they got their fill beforehand while they have the chance. the stretch had returned some functionality to his body, so after a little time he presses a palm and knee to laurence's side, a gentle urging to lie down next to him and stop needing to hover above for now (even if it was nice, still). time to relax, almost - chrono pulls a slight distance back to murmur. ]

Gonna get up for a sec, okay?

[ though he doesn't move yet. he doesn't want to fall asleep entirely unclothed, and... honestly, he's awfully curious about a few things a quick look in the mirror might answer. ]

[ it takes so little effort to leave laurence feeling entranced, all those anxious thoughts receding into a pleasant, almost sleepy kind of haze. each kiss a precursor to their last, he savors each one, committing to memory the sensation of their lips meeting, the way chrono moves, the gentle touch on his shoulders. even if they're able to use the network once they leave, it's not the same as being here, feeling it. he doesn't want to forget.

but, as chrono prods him to lie down, he makes the faintest noise of protest before pulling back. he settles on his side next to chrono, eyes slitted to search out his. he should probably get dressed again but that thought hasn't quite hit him yet. ]

Okay.

[ it takes a painstaking effort to pull himself away from just watching laurence for a moment, vague upturn to his mouth, taking in the shade of his eyes, the fall of his lashes, how his lips were a little kiss-bruised redder than normal, the sweet-toned pink across his cheeks. it's with one more slow kiss and a lingering touch of promise to return to his waist that chrono manages to shift, sit up with another quick stretch, and promptly almost trips over one of their belts as he stands up.

right. the pile of clothes on the floor... it's weirdly gratifying to see, even as he sort of foot-shoves them into a slightly less chaotic mess so they don't actually trip later on. but he doesn't put that much effort into it, padding over to the closet to grab a fresh pair of briefs and some loose shorts to toss lightly at laurence, too - they were close enough in sizes that it'd be fine, probably - deciding that a shirt was too much effort as well as he pulls them on. definitely too much effort, especially considering how he then angles the door to turn and check the mirror, looking over his shoulder at the ravaged state of his crescent- and claw-marked back. ]

...man. [ with a low, mildly impressed tone. ] What the hell did you do to me.

[ what right does chrono have to be so cute with that look on his face. the blush, his lips a little swollen... he kind of loves it? ugh. disgusting. not that it stops from craning his neck chase that last kiss briefly. as chrono finally sits up, laurence rolls onto his back with a puff of breath, letting his eyelids flutter and close.

...only to let out another surprised noise as the clothing hits him lightly. oh. yeah. clothes. there is a moment where he debates it, but ultimately decides that he should behave now and shifts to pull the shorts on without getting up from bed. it's his turn to just lie here now, and he's fully intent on just relaxing here until chrono speaks up again. opening one eye to glance over, laurence immediately goes red and covers his face with one hand, sinking into the mattress suddenly feeling self-conscious and a little defensive. ]

I-I was just doing what you liked, wasn't I?! I bet you left some marks on me, too.

[ pointedly not admitting that he kind of hopes that's true. fair's fair. ]

[ heh. chrono runs a cautious touch over one of the deeper imprints, eyeing laurence's incredibly endearing reaction from the corner of his vision. the difference between the result and response was unfairly charming, though he does want to alleviate that self-consciousness. maybe not entirely, if it puts this colour on his face and tone in his voice. ]

It's not a complaint at all. [ quite the opposite. with one last inspection of his skin - neck too, damn, scarf's back in fashion tomorrow for sure - chrono takes the few steps back to fall heavily onto the bed with a laugh. ] I really do like it.

[ aaand immediately rolls over to drape himself half-across laurence's chest, slowly stretching his legs out to tangle them loosely with the other's. bare skin contact was really so nice, even a little tiny bit post-coital tacky like this, hand skimming over chest, shoulder, and down one arm to tangle their fingers innocently even as he tucks his face in against laurence's neck to press a feather-light kiss to one of the marks he definitely did leave. ]

There's one here?

Sure sounded like you did.

[ can't deny he's a little smug about that. it's fun to have an easy way to make chrono short circuit like that, but it's still a bit embarrassing to realize just how much he likes to do it, too. he really brought out a side of laurence that even he isn't that used to showing.

he peeks through his fingers as chrono rejoins him on the bed, a warm, content feeling blooming in his chest. it's surprisingly sweet, how easily their fingers lace together. and such a delicate kiss, too, that he shifts for without thinking. ]

Mm. I'll have to pull out the makeup again.

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