"Holy shit," Lars responds in surprise. Lauren does tend to react with gusto when he's in the mood, Lars remembers—and though it was only one encounter, he proved that point again pretty quickly today. But this is a whole different level. Lars nervously wonders if he maybe applied too much, but in his opinion, it hadn't been a lot. A pretty average dose for lube.

Not that it isn't...incredibly fucking hot, but. Lars is a little worried. He can even feel how his dick pulses repeatedly in his palm. He bites his lip, eyes partially lidding as he continues to beat Lauren off slowly.

Then, thoughtlessly, he leans back, attempting to alleviate some of his own tension and also invite Lauren by pulling idly at his own dick. He kind of immediately realizes the error of his eyes when he realizes it's the same hand he applied the gel with, but it's remnants, as opposed to a fresh squeeze. Still, he feels his cock almost burn, and he winces, tightening his grip.

"Oh—damn it."