outdistanced | turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

[ 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.

[ something for them both to be a little smug about, definitely. that bolder, slightly sneaky side of laurence that he felt lucky to see. very lucky, apparently. the comment makes him snicker breathily into his neck even as his cheeks warm in reaction, reminded of his own rather shameless side that had brought out. ]

You like that, hm? Hearin' me. And you like...

[ he props his upper body slightly up on his other elbow to observe, close enough that the free hand can card lightly through laurence's hair, slowly curling his fingers to scratch his nails lightly against his scalp. ]

This?

Maybe. So what?

[ kind of useless to be tsun about it after that, isn't it. doesn't stop him now that the haze of desire has worn off, no matter how intriguing he found all those sounds chrono had made. though part of him wonders how many more he could hear, with a little more time to explore what they both like.

and then there's a hand in his hair again, almost immediately drawing a pleased hum out of him. as he leans into the touch, eyelids fluttering, his hand slides from his face to chrono's arm, the kind of loose touch that comes from total relaxation but not quite wanting to let go. his voice is no more than a murmur when he finally finds it again. ]

...Feels nice.

Just keeping track.

[ it's extremely tempting to be frustrating right now - do something silly and provocative like whisper laurence's name with a certain low tone in his ear, just to see what would happen - especially with that slightly prickly reaction. very, very tempting... but that relaxed expression that overtakes him and that touch on his arm are so lovely it seems a shame to ruin them. how he leans into it, too; chrono runs his hand through the slightly longer pale strands, carefully applying pressure with his nails.

and the angle of laurence's head is perfect now to lean up and kiss his jawline, the corner of his mouth, his cheek. simple presses of lips to skin, that magnetic pull strong as ever. perfect too, to gently massage one side with his fingertips while he presses his nose and mouth against laurence's temple on the other, voice a matching murmur as the contentment and relaxation layers through the feedback. ]

Mhmm. You alright like this?

[ a soft scoff at that answer. he just knows chrono will try and use that against him at some point. the prospect is both frustrating and a little thrilling - the promise of next time still echoing through his thoughts with anticipation. he'll be thinking about it until the day actually comes.

for now, though, laurence simply melts under the attention, sinking into the mattress even as his other hand finds its way to wrap loosely around chrono's back. a faint, serene smile makes the corners of his mouth curl with each press of lips against his skin. ]

Yeah. [ more of a sigh than anything, really, but he squints one eye open to look at him, awkward angle and all. ] Are you...?

[ one more addition to the nigh-infinite list of things he wants them to do together in the future. the time together already has been irreplaceable, but not nearly long enough. this one can get tucked neatly in a private little corner for further perusal later, though - something really best worked on together. joint effort, and all.

another addition; seeing more of this expression, every day, hopefully. the comfortable, honest smile that mesmerises chrono for a moment, blinking owlishly back even as he settles in with the warmth of being held. too often, he'd seen laurence stressed, angry, scared. again, he wishes time had afforded them more of this. the glowing feeling in his chest flickers, making itself known once more, and what else is he supposed to do but smile softly back and kiss him as tenderly as he possibly can? ]

Yeah. [ an echoed whisper against his lips, before relaxing against him fully, hand still in his hair. ] I... I'm really happy.

[ the list really is never-ending. it feels like there's always something new that he wants to try with chrono - it's almost unnerving, for a guy who spent his whole life refusing to think outside of his tower. but he's always been good at drawing laurence out of his comfort zone, hasn't he? he just has a way of making it feel a little less intimidating.

and what is it about that smile that makes him feel so warm, anyway? a little breathless, too, but he returns the kiss without a trace of hesitation. ]

Me, too. [ holding him a little closer as he relaxes. ] I don't remember ever being this happy before.

[ maybe a long, long time ago, before the weight of tower society had settled on his shoulders. back when he was just a kid, too excited about the world and what they could do or see, entranced by all the world's possibilities. but those memories are too long past for him to fully recall, only fragments of a better time, and now... this moment is crystalline clear, and much easier to hold onto. maybe the possibilities before them now aren't quite so limitless as he used to imagine, but it's more than he thought there'd be before arriving here. heaven - and chrono, really - has expanded his world so much already. ]

[ there were only a few benefits to being as straightforward as chrono tended to be. if one of them happened to be making the scale of the world a bit less frightening, then that eas one he would be forever grateful for. it had been similar for him, once - the sudden scope of possibilities almost too wide to fathom after living a limited life for so long. not quite the same as laurence's, as he'd been luckier in the past few years, but... even now, he still made new discoveries.

like how he can't recall ever being as comfortable as this, despite being on a bed not quite made for two teenage boys to cuddle on, despite needing a shower, despite how his body ached slightly. that only means there were somehow ways to feel even better. his legs shift a little, an ankle loosely locking with one of laurence's.

it takes him a moment to even be able to find words again, after the weight of that statement. the smile won't leave his face, arms drawing in to cling a little more, head tucking almost shyly against laurence's shoulder and neck to muffle his voice a little. words he'd been meaning to say for a while, though they didn't seem to quite carry the full intent now. still... he wanted to say them. ]

...I really, really like you, Laurence.

turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

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