Luke was utterly perfect.<br/><br/>Eddy had expected a single stammered word,<i>f-faster </i>or<i>ha-harder </i>with more 'please's peppered in, barely louder than a whisper. Not the litany of absolute filth that fell out of the boy's mouth, demanding and forceful. He sounded like pornography, the well written kind that you had to pay premium for.<br/><br/>He wanted Eddy to make him scream. He wanted Eddy to make him feel it. He wanted Eddy to take him, to make Luke his in the most primal of ways. He wanted to be claimed.<i>Just for you.... All just for you...<br/>
</i><br/>God damn.<i>God damn. <br/>
</i><br/>Eddy's blood came roaring through his veins, a surge of renewed heat blasting through his entire body, from head to toe and back again before settling in his pelvis, smoldering with unbearable want. He's never been so turned on in his life, bossed around by a little slip of thing laying beneath him, asking for impossible, dangerous things that Eddy was all too tempted to give.<br/><br/>Eddy could do nothing but kiss Luke, kiss him to shut him up, to keep him from saying any more.<br/><br/>Then Eddy gave the boy exactly what he wanted. He thrusted harshly with all his strength, so hard it pushed Luke up the mattress. Eddy did it again and again, deep bed shaking thrusts as if he were punishing the boy, fucking into him in a violent, frenzied pace.<br/><br/>Luke wanted to be plowed and that was exactly what Eddy would do.