Lars grits his teeth with a lift of his lip, looking almost angry, though that's far from the truth. He's just feeling aggressive and super turned on. The chorus of sounds from Lauren is killing him in the best way. "God, you're so fuckin' hot," he growls, as if exasperated and inconvenienced by how attracted to Lauren Lars is. Which he kind of is. And it's easier, Lars feels, to be kind of loose and gross with his words.

Deciding to let Lauren breathe, Lars drops his gaze to look at Lauren's cock as he busily strokes it; the sight makes Lars's dick strain in agony, and so does the sound the motion is producing. God damn, does Lauren ever have a handsome cock. It's unbearable.

He stops stroking rather suddenly, gripping at the base, getting a good look at it fully hard and with the foreskin rolled back, exposing the glossy glans beneath it. Lars lets out a shuddering breath, wishing it was—you know, safe to stick it in his mouth, cuz it looks good enough to suck like candy.

Despite everything, Lars is just a hair too shy to express his wishes. But he unconciously mumbles a little "so good..."