Lars undid his pants and let them, along with his boxers, fall to the floor before he carefully stepped out of them. He sat down at the edge of his bed and spread his legs slightly wider as Vesmore stood up from his chair and approached him. Once the warlock was close enough, he kneeled down in front of the purple man and slowly placed his hands on the bottom, wooden portion of the bed. Vesmore looked at the purple man's toned legs before he gazed at Lars' manhood.
It's so … Purple. Thought the warlock as he stared in awe at Lars' girthy, partially erect, periwinkle purple cock. He was so close to the man that Vesmore could smell the lilac scent, an indicator that he had recently bathed. The purple man caressed the warlock's face, causing the young man to look up at him.
"Don't be nervous, dear," said Lars, in a soft, soothing tone, "Just do whatever feels right to you. Go with the flow." Lars gave him a reassuring smile.
