Once he seems settled, Lars shifts so that he's sort of laying on his side, his knees curled upwards. He comes forward, resting on his elbow, and with that same hand, he grips the base of Lauren's cock. He gives it a good squeeze, biting his lip, suppressing a little bit of a moan, half successfully. This close to it is, uh... wow, a whole different level.

He rolls his eyes up at Lauren, lifting his head.

"I'm, uh—don't worry, I'm not gonna like, shove it in my mouth."

Little bit of a mood killer? Sure. But Lars figured it was worth the peace of mind, the reassurance that your cock isn't about to get eviscerated. Reapplying himself to the task at hand, he gives a broad lick to the tip of Lauren's cock, immediately noting both the taste and texture, as well as the soft, plaint give against the muscle of his tongue. He does it again, this time from the base to the tip, and sucks sort of the lower side of it. He gives a hard shudder, his brows slanting backwards as he grunts. His other hand wanders down, haranguing his dick out of his boxers to give it some attention.

It's officially embarrassing how into this Lars is.