He whines at the touch, biting his lip to try and keep quiet. It doesn't work, but he can't help it. Every touch feels good, but especially there. He'd assumed Lars had been thinking about it just by the way the other boy acted when Lauren was around, but it was nice to hear. He especially liked the exceeding expectations part, which makes him let out a breathy laugh.

"I know what I want." No reason not to take it, especially when it was so willingly given. Lars' is right about his cock though. It's harder than it's been in a while, straining against the fabric of his leggings and Lar's hand. It's uncomfortable, and making him needy. His arms are still wrapped around Lars, but he moves his hand's lower, until he's holding the curve of Lars' ass in his palms. What did Lars want? Just to touch him? He could do that better underneath his leggings than on top. He whines, using his grip on Lars to pull him forward so that he can grind against Lars' still clothed cock with his own, not caring if Lars hand was in the way.

"Give it to me."