The smile on Eddy's face was soft as Luke touched him, and his voice rumbled like low thunder in the distance.  The boy loved the sound, and he was flattered by what that wonderful voice said, very pleased to know that Eddy enjoyed what he saw, just as he did himself.<br/><br/>Then he took hold of his wrists, leading his hands down lower until they reached the rim of Eddy's pants, fingers resting on the denim edge.  The question made Luke laugh, just a quiet little burst of amusement, but his eyes shone with interest.  More to see... Yes, he could definitely help.<br/><br/>Luke's fingers were quick and agile, working swiftly to remove the last obstructions; once gone, he let his eyes rove freely, taking in the visual feast.<br/><br/>More tattoos, so detailed and vivid: a swan, graceful and delicate, resting in sparkling waters that traveled down Eddy's leg, and a royal grayhound perched atop his treasure trove of gold and precious gems.  Luke studied them both, delight on his face as another soft chuckle left his mouth.  He liked them very much, the style and the content...<br/><br/>To see better, Luke bent until he was kneeling in front of Eddy, grey-blue eyes reveling in the fine craftmanship and the dedication put into the art.  His fingers trailed over the man's thighs, tracing the shapes of the swan's neck and the curve of its wings, the smoke from the dog's cigar...<br/><br/>And there was something not decorated, but there was no need, already impressive and attention-grabbing on its own.  Eddy was seriously hung, no mistake.  Luke couldn't help but stare, wide-eyed and surprised, but the expression wasn't one of worry or nerves, instead eager and anticipating.  The man was big, but he knew what he was doing...<br/><br/>The boy felt another rush of sparks straight to his groin as he ogled Eddy's cock, and he shifted on his knees.  His own was smaller, but that wasn't an issue here.  God, he was very, very lucky tonight.<br/><br/>Luke glanced up from his position, meeting Eddy's gaze, then leaned over and kissed the man's tattoos-- the swan first, then the hound, taking his time with each.  He'd love to kiss all of Eddy's tattoos, all of Eddy, period.<br/><br/>When he pulled his lips away, he brought his hands back up to rest on Eddy's thighs, idly following the fine lines of color, and hummed in the back of his throat, a lilting sound that floated in the air.  "Quite a menagerie you've got..." Luke said with a grin, fingers creeping closer to the only place not covered in ink.