"Uh—I mean, yeah," Lars answers, flushing with embarrassment (for some reason). "I don't wanna hurt you, if you aren't used to it."

Lars's cock positively strains in protest, and Lars bites his lip. A warm little trail of precum creeps slowly down the swell of his cock's head, resting on Lauren's finger.

"I could at least see if you like a finger or somethin' first."

God, Lars wants to just bypass that and cram his cock in Lauren immediately, but that won't be enjoyable if he just—ends up injuring his butt.