Lars makes a startled little gasp when Lauren sucks on his tongue, then melts, finding he sort of loves the sensation, expressing as much with a hungry groan. He furrows his eyebrows, grappling for focus as he reciprocates the kiss, and is surprised a second time when he feels Lauren grind against him.

Once again, he's like...really pleasantly surprised by Lauren's aggressive, forward behavior; Sadie was often aggressive, but never so forward. She always kind of strung on Lars's sexual frustration until it came to a head, which was hot in its own way. But being handled like this was something that Lars has kind of always enjoyed, he's coming to find.

He remembers how Lauren's cock looked, felt, the load—and takes an impatient inhale through his nostrils, reaching down to grope Lauren through his stupid fucking leggings that Lars is both insulted by and eternally grateful for. He wants to feel Lauren get fully hard through his garment and in his hand.