Skwisgaar pulled Lulu closer by use of his strong legs, wrapping them around the waist of the other man. The kiss was rough, but delightfully passionate, with all the flair and fancy one would expect from a superstar. He moved his hands down Lulu's body, memorizing every curve and line and sensitive spot -- though somehow, he felt aware of them already. He smiled at that enlightening thought.
Breaking from the kiss, he let out a soft sigh, looking into the eyes of the other with a searching gaze, trying to sort out what he knew from what he assumed. He brushed his hand across the other's shoulder. He had a feeling that he knew this man far better than he thought he had. And that was fine with him.