Eddy chuckled darkly at Luke's adorable name calling, the sound rumbling against the boy's neck. Wicked? It made him sound like some kind of witch,<i>something wicked this way comes. </i>Eddy had to swallow a snort from the truly terribly double entendre.<i>Not yet it doesnt, </i>he thought delightedly.<br/><br/>He kissed up Luke's neck, over his jaw, and then his sweet mouth, allowing the boy to taste himself on Eddy's tongue. There was something wonderful about how small Luke felt beneath him. He could crush the boy if he weren't careful, but something about Luke's clinging hands on his back made him think the younger man wouldnt exactly mind.<br/><br/>To test the theory, Eddy let his lower half press against Luke, his cock a hot, insistent weight poking at a freckled hip. He let his huge thigh (the one with the swan) slot between Luke's legs, giving the boy something to rub against as they kissed and kissed.<br/><br/>It was deep and lingering thing, indulgent, and Eddy lost himself to it for a little while, letting their lips and bodies settle into a writhing, tantalizing rythm. It was a way to settle Luke's desperation, to turn that fiery heat down to a manageable simmering burn. There was still some prep work to be done and he couldnt let the boy get over excited and hurt himself.<br/><br/>"In a moment, babydoll," Eddy murmured against Luke's lips, a soft and soothing promise, "we'll get there, but you gotta open yourself up for me."<br/><br/>Once a little calmer, Eddy sat up and reached over to fetch the lube and condoms. He handed the bottle to Luke, a slightly apologetic look on his face dampening his lecherous grin.<br/><br/>"I'd do it myself, lord knows I fuckin would, but my hands, sweetheart," Eddy explained.<br/><br/>His arthritis had taken that from him too. It was too delicate a job to do with numb fingers he could hardly control. It would hurt the entire time, and was liable to hurt Luke as well.<br/><br/>But he wasnt about to let that ruin the mood. He leaned down to give Luke a searing kiss before sitting back on his haunches, his gaze dark and assessing.<br/><br/>"Give me a show, gorgeous. Let me see how sweet you look when you finger yourself open," he instructed, his voice a low, carnal growl.