Lars feels a even a little more shy when he catches Lauren's smile, and he bites his lip, trying to steel himself back up. He truthfully just wants to sag against the wall and let Lauren blow his mind (and his load, ayyy), but he was the one who started this! He wants to get Lauren off, then be serviced after as the—victor, kind of? Who knows, boys are dumb.
As Lauren continues to stimulate him, though, increasing his pace and the pressure, Lars's own pace on Lauren kind of falters. So despite his intentions, Lars's head kind of rolls to the side as he lets out a long moan. He can feel his face burning and he can hear his heart racing. Maybe he can indulge this a little bit... Another thick bead of precum wells at the tip of Lars's cock, easily and almost immediately distributed along with the rest, thanks to Lauren's gestures. His dick strains, lifting briefly and involuntarily.
He tries to pull himself out of the haze of it—he wishes he could put both his hands on Lauren, but he really doesn't want to get too many limbs in the way of what he's doing to Lars. So Lars focuses sort of more on the upper part of Lauren's shaft, primarily—he rolls his palm and fingers over the glans with each upward pull, very occasionally going to the base with a firm, slow downwards roll, exposing the head of his cock.
It's a double-edged sword, though, because feeling Lauren in his hand and watching himself touch his cock is edging Lars right along. His breath is already heavy.
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As Lauren continues to stimulate him, though, increasing his pace and the pressure, Lars's own pace on Lauren kind of falters. So despite his intentions, Lars's head kind of rolls to the side as he lets out a long moan. He can feel his face burning and he can hear his heart racing. Maybe he can indulge this a little bit... Another thick bead of precum wells at the tip of Lars's cock, easily and almost immediately distributed along with the rest, thanks to Lauren's gestures. His dick strains, lifting briefly and involuntarily.
He tries to pull himself out of the haze of it—he wishes he could put both his hands on Lauren, but he really doesn't want to get too many limbs in the way of what he's doing to Lars. So Lars focuses sort of more on the upper part of Lauren's shaft, primarily—he rolls his palm and fingers over the glans with each upward pull, very occasionally going to the base with a firm, slow downwards roll, exposing the head of his cock.
It's a double-edged sword, though, because feeling Lauren in his hand and watching himself touch his cock is edging Lars right along. His breath is already heavy.