Eddy made satisfied noises as Luke began to move against him, lightly at first but any touch at this point was enough to get him to groan. A fire had been reignited within him, a deep aching desire he hasnt felt since he was a younger man back in his prime. It was ridiculous to be this needy and wanting at his age, but Luke managed to pull it out of him.<br/><br/>Luke's hands began to wander, over his shoulders and up to his hair. It was stiff from drying sweat, crinkly and coarse and probably very unpleasant to touch but it felt wonderful for Eddy. Many strands had come loose from the hair tie and it only got messier as Luke ran his fingers through it.<br/><br/>Eddy chuckled against Luke's skin. He had said that last time too, that Eddy was beautiful. The automatic response was of course to disagree, but beauty was in the eye of the beholder, as Eddy well knew. If Luke found him beautiful, who was he to tell him that he was wrong? Even if he couldnt quite agree.<br/><br/>In response, Eddy slipped his hands underneath Luke's shirt, petting along the valley of his spine as he pressed more kisses to Luke's neck.<br/><br/>"Not as beautiful as you," Eddy sighed between kisses, "not as gorgeous as your naked body. I've been dreaming of it, y'know. All those pretty freckles...."<br/><br/>Eddy groaned as Luke shifted again, their hips grinding slow and dirty.<br/><br/>"Lemme see you?" Eddy asked the base of Luke's throat, a little breathless, a little desperate. "I want to see you, gorgeous boy."