He bites his lip again as Lars pulls back, but he still can't really keep quiet. This is all still too new to him, and he just can't stop from looking like an utter wreck every time Lars' touches him. He nearly swallows his own tongue as Lars comes to a stop, his hips still twitching into expected strokes though there are none. His stomach twists, tying itself in knots and he groans. He opens his eyes partway, watching Lars look at his cock. He doesn't know what Lars is thinking, but he doesn't like this whole not moving his hand thing..

"Lars..." he whimpers as he tries to thrust into the grip that's got him held captive.