He almost cries out as Lars takes hold of him, his toes curling in pleasure. Shit shit shit. It was so good, every fucking touch felt magnified. Lauren felt like Lars could touch him with one finger and it would still feel amazing. Except it isn't one finger, it's his entire hand and it still doesn't feel like enough. When Lars starts stroking him he moans, falling back onto the bed limbs weak. It's loud and long and it only get louder as Lauren raises his hips to better fuck Lars hand. He really can't even speak. It's beyond him like this, with his cock pulsing with need demanding every scrap of his attention.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck."