He's getting more vocal, especially as Lars grips shifts. It feels amazing, as does that tongue in his mouth, and he really doesn't know what to do except stand there and fucking take it. It's not enough though, and quickly he realizes that. He wants Lars hands on him for real. The fabric around his cock is tight and constraining and he needs more.

He's afraid to ask for it though. He doesn't even know what to ask for. Last time he simply followed Lars lead, and doing anything different feels like inviting criticism, which he desperately wants to avoid. He breaks from their kiss, lips wet from their saliva. He groans, resting his head against Lars shoulder. He really didn't know what to do.

"Been thinking about this for weeks."