Eddy made a low, satisfied sound of praise, and called him sweet names, and helped him to his feet.  The attention was welcome, the care appreciated; Luke's knees were reddened and aching from the floor, but he wasn't going to complain.  He'd do it all again in a heartbeat.<br/><br/>Eddy's grip was secure, and with Luke weighing so little in comparison, the young man was easy to move.  He perched on the bed, chest rising and falling as he breathed deeply.  His mouth still felt full, a phantom weight against his tongue, but Eddy's hands were real as they stroked his hair, and Luke smiled in delight.<br/><br/>The soft peck on the forehead made him laugh, just a quiet noise, the tiniest ring of a bell.  Luke lowered his gaze in modesty, flattered by Eddy's comments and his awe.  He wasn't special, but the man in front of him seemed to think so, seemed to believe he was 'something else', as he said...  It was nice, and strange, to be so complimented.<br/><br/>When Eddy tilted his head, Luke met his gaze again; this kiss was different, more intense, and he melted into it with ease.  It was just so simple, felt so right...  He heard the low groan, felt those giant hands around his throat-- not squeezing, not malicious in any way.  Just claiming, claiming<i>him</i>.  And Luke was happy to be Eddy's, at least for the night.<br/><br/>He kissed back sweetly, slim hands finding their way to Eddy's waist, freckled thighs opened invitingly.  All honey and sunshine, all for Eddy tonight.