As if he had anywhere to escape to. But feeling the arm around his waist, especially its tenseness, strikes almost a reaffirmation in Lars's mind. He still holds the scruff of Lauren's shirt, almost pulling him forward, revealing Lars's eagerness further. He hungrily wets the crease of Lauren's then parted lips with his forked tongue, shockingly unshy as he opens his mouth further, accommodating the tilt of Lauren's head with his own for a better fit with a little grunt.

His other hand clutches Lauren's arm as it holds him in place. In the back of his mind, Lars feels weird being as exhilarated by this as he is, but he's able to neglect such distracting thoughts. Because good lord, it has been forever.

It grosses him out a little, but Lars's mind is already racing with how much more he wants.