Lulu loved Skwisgaar's skinny frame; it was muscular without being too big, and easy to manipulate in the context of what they were doing. His fingernails ran sharply down the other man's back, making sure not to nip too hard or leave any scratches that would bleed. This Skwisgaar was pristine, unmarked, and Lulu would leave him as such.
He changed his pace between frantic attempts to go as fast as possible and sharp snaps of his hips intended to go as deep as he could, murmuring Skwisgaar's name over and over before engaging him in a kiss. Considering the circumstances, there was nothing else in the world Lulu would rather be doing.