Lars groans lowly when he feels Lauren's cock pulse on his tongue in conjunction to the hot whine of his name, and he exhales a heavy breath. He is currently lamenting that he can't, you know, give a proper blowjob—he wishes he could scale it with bobbing, at least suck on the head... but the impish part of Lars at least enjoys teasing. He rolls his thumb along his own frenulum, then over the top of his urethra, concluding that with some loose strokes as he goes on.

He extends his tongue from the head, and carefully manages to wind it half way down Lauren's cock in what's almost a single curl. He's gotten pretty good muscle control over his long tongue just by fucking around, bored in his room, and suffice to say, even before fooling around with Lauren, Lars had definitely thought once or twice about how sucking dick would work with his current mutations. He jerks the lower half of Lauren's cock, retracting and then extending his tongue again. Lars emits a weak, short moan against Lauren's cock, having shifted to jerking just the top half of his shaft.

Fucking lord this was




the best.