Lars moans airily when he feels Lauren reciprocate the touch. With the aphrodisiac sinking in, even if in a lesser degree to the effect its having on Lauren, Lars's mind races with fantasies, even as Lauren is right here at his fingertips. He thinks about the load he swallowed earlier; the pulse of Lauren's cock against his tongue; he thinks about when Lauren came all over his dick; he thinks about how maybe fucking for real could be fun; he thinks about Lauren sucking his cock, and remembers how Lauren looked just now jerking his own dick.

"Fuck," Lars whispers against his neck, brows slanting as he exhales heavily. He scrapes his teeth carefully against Lauren's neck, whimpering. "Fuck, I'm so turned on." His voice comes out in almost a whine, and he still feels like his dick is burning. His innumerable wants do more to paralyze him than to motivate him, his desire feeling tangled. "God, I wanna cum so damn bad..."