His breath hitched as he rocked down against Lulu, gritting his teeth for a moment before letting out a deep, throaty groan. He put his free hand back around the back of Lulu's neck as his eyes fluttered closed. He couldn't imagine why the other man was taking his time, but he was alright with it for now.
Skwisgaar felt exhilarated. He was perfectly capable of dealing with shifts of scenery and even shifts of reality, if only three things remained a constant - he had his guitar, his band, and a steady supply of sex. Since all three were already here, he was in seventh heaven, so to speak.