"Ah!" Lars thrusts his hips forward helplessly, giving a brief, bite of a cry out to the words. His arms come around so that his hands clasp at Lauren's hips, his nails denting the other boy's flesh. "Fuck," he pants, the octave of his voice climbing. It's increasingly embarrassing how, even without the aphrodisiac, Lauren's blunt words always do so well to stimulate Lars. It's like the sensations alone propel him about sixty percent of the way alone—and the rest of it is just Lauren's brief, but frank, statements.

Lars is already super worked up on his own, and it doesn't help that he's starting to feel the effect of the drugs as well. But, miraculously, even with all that, Lars can hold onto his reservations. Not for lack of desire, either—but concern for Lauren. But Lars also doesn't know any better. For all he knows, Lauren's not even a virgin.

Whoops.

"God, Lauren," he groans, his words breathy as he pushes his palm back up against his friend's dick, curling his hand back around it to stroke him. "I dunno, man, you ever had anything in your ass before?"

Valid question. But Lars isn't gonna dispute it much further than that, because with that suggestion in the air, he really, really wants it now.