That's enough for Lars. He backs away from Lauren a little bit, settling on his ass, his back against his wall at the head of his bed. He squirms out of both his shirts, feeling way too horny to feel self conscious (at last!), and also anticipating that if they do indeed end up fucking, he'll overheat and die if he keeps all that crap on. But... he still has his under tank on, at least. He pushes his boxers and pants further down as well, shaking them the rest of the way off with his twiggy legs.
After that, he twists at his waist, grabbing something from beside his bed. It's a half pint container of coconut oil. Plopping it beside his thigh, Lars then softly pats one of his hips.
"That oughta do it. C'mere; straddle me," Lars directs helpfully.
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That's enough for Lars. He backs away from Lauren a little bit, settling on his ass, his back against his wall at the head of his bed. He squirms out of both his shirts, feeling way too horny to feel self conscious (at last!), and also anticipating that if they do indeed end up fucking, he'll overheat and die if he keeps all that crap on. But... he still has his under tank on, at least. He pushes his boxers and pants further down as well, shaking them the rest of the way off with his twiggy legs.
After that, he twists at his waist, grabbing something from beside his bed. It's a half pint container of coconut oil. Plopping it beside his thigh, Lars then softly pats one of his hips.
"That oughta do it. C'mere; straddle me," Lars directs helpfully.