Lars looks behind his shoulder at Lauren, raising an eyebrow, his eyes half lid. He smiles, wiggling his eyebrows as he moves the weight of his tail (the muscle is getting stronger with more use, so it's getting easier to wield it), letting the middle base of it skim upwards against the side of Lauren's thigh as they walk. He's sure Lauren's talking about his ass, but Lars is just being playful.

Once inside, Lars closes the door, reaching by Lauren's side to do so. He easily bumps Lauren against the door, framing either side of his head with his elbows, coming in for another voracious kiss. He pushes his tongue back in Lauren's mouth, closing the space between their bodies to rest against him.

After a moment, though, he gives a gap between them, lowering a hand to yank the elastic of his leggings down, springing his dick free, and Lars greedily puts his hand on it as he kisses Lauren deeply. He doesn't tease, this time—he goes straight to tight, fluid strokes, still pressing into his hungry kiss.