There was the lightest graze of teeth, making Luke's heart leap in his chest, before Eddy planted a last, lingering kiss to the young man's neck before he spoke.  The words swirled in his head, full of electric sparks that made it hard to concentrate.<i>You've no idea</i>...  No, he didn't, but oh God did he want to find out.<br/><br/>And then Eddy had pulled away, leaving him standing there, breathless and flushed; Luke immediately wished for the heat to return, to be enveloped in the man's strong arms, at the mercy of his touch.  He stared at Eddy just as he stared at him, unable to hide his longing to just be overwhelmed.<br/><br/>There was an order in Eddy's voice, casual and utterly delightful.  Luke felt the flames grow between his hips, a low-burning fire that hadn't been fed in a long time and was now growing ravenous.  He realized he was still holding the bottle of lube and deftly tossed it onto the bed, before starting to obey.  Right now, Eddy could get Luke to do nearly anything he asked.<br/><br/>The layers disappeared-- faded jeans exposed navy blue boxers, which in turn exposed the rest of him.  Once more, freckles were the prominant feature, dusting his hips and thighs, scattering down to his calves.  They were omnipresent, existing everywhere at once, even disappearing between his legs, where the beginnings of an erection was taking place.  Nothing to hide anymore.<br/><br/>Luke left his clothes where they fell, eyes only on Eddy to gauge his reaction.  Was this good...?  Was he enough...?  He stood there for a moment, then raised his arms from his sides and turned, as if trying something on in a fitting room.  The roughness of the last few years had left a mark, making the boy smaller than he should be, and the lamplight caught on his spine and shoulderblades.  When facing Eddy again, he gave him a bashful grin and a light shrug.<br/><br/>"Your turn...?" he asked hopefully.  Eddy had promised a whole variety of other tattoos to see... and there was much else Luke was interested in, too.