Lars feels the tension in Lauren's dick, and he worries immediately when it's coupled with Lauren's attempt at a warning—which he didn't parse right away. By the time he realizes, it's too late, and he feels it hit and generously soak his tongue. He pulls away with a startled gasp, still gripping Lauren's cock, and the rest of it ends up on Lars's face. The last couple of weaker pulses go down Lauren's dick, wetting Lars's hand.

He blinks, looking bewildered as Lauren recovers. Then, with Lauren's softening cock still in his hand, Lars sits up. "Augh!" He covers his mouth, unable to really...articulate... and he swallows, wiping his mouth afterwards, face red.

...At least it doesn't taste as bad as Lars has always assumed, having heard the worst from various outlets through his life.

Having swallowed, Lars can actually talk. "Damn it, dude!" He gets Lauren tried to warn him, but still. But by the sight of how hard Lars's dick is, he isn't that mad.