Whatever anxieties Eddy had died quickly. The fears that he harbored could do nothing but crumble under the blazing sincerity of Luke's wanting stare. He showed everything on his face, all his desires and dirty secrets and desperate wants, nameless but there in his wide grey eyes. Heart on his sleeve, that was Luke, and he looked so goddamn hopeful as he stared at Eddy, as if the old man could grant the boy his every wish.<br/><br/>Eddy certainly wanted to, but more than that he wanted to play with Luke. Wanted to tease him and drive him wild, make him go crazy just to match how crazy he made Eddy feel. Sometimes just looking at Luke took his breath away, sometimes just smelling him made Eddy go weak and queasy. All Luke had to do was smile and that was enough to get Eddy to stop everything and just kiss the boy. He couldnt focus when Luke was around. It was maddening and distracting and so goddamn wonderful that Eddy could shake out of his skin from wanting Luke so much. But it was too soon for such intensity, too quick and too hard and too frightening. But Eddy had made a very successful career from diverting his feelings, and for once he was patient enough to go slow.<br/><br/>He smiled at Luke's answer, and he amusedly watched as that mischievous hand crept down down down but hesitated at the last moment, not touching the prize that Eddy was toying with because he hadnt allowed it yet.<br/><br/>"I want you..." Eddy hummed as he let go of Luke's testicles and then reached for his hand, his rough fingers encircling Luke's delicate wrist, "to tell me what you think about when I'm not there."<br/><br/>He then busied himself by drawing Luke's fingers into his mouth, first one then two past his lips. He licked at them as Luke contemplated on his answer, his mouth warm and wet and beard soft and ruffled against Luke's hand.