Were he able to, Erik might protest the lack of condoms. But Gaz is practically glowing in the pale light of the room, and all he can do is run his hands over her stomach, around to grip her back as she sinks down onto him and he exhales a breathless moan.
All thoughts of his ugliness, all insecurities about his scrawny form are temporarily forgotten as she settles down onto him, his entire world shrunk down to where their bodies meet.