Luke paid attention to every little sign, every tiny movement and smallest sound to gauge what Eddy liked best, what was working...  He felt the hand in his hair twitch, tightening as fingers slid through and grabbed the messy curls, felt Eddy's hips shift with restraint, and his voice rolled over him like a faraway storm.<br/><br/>The tone sent thrills down Luke's spine, so pleased to know he could have that effect.  Eddy was on the edge, that line where, once passed, there was no stopping.  The boy looked up at him again, staring with those strange-colored eyes, before pulling one hand away from caressing Eddy's length.<br/><br/>He placed his palm over the one in his hair, holding him still, and curved his fingers over Eddy's to make him grip a little tighter.  It was a message; Eddy was being gentle with him, which Luke was happy for, but for this, the man could take what he needed...<br/><br/>While he tried to tell Eddy he could be a bit rougher, Luke continued stroking him with his tongue, sliding farther down with each bobbing motion until Eddy filled his mouth entirely, until the man was all he could taste and touch.<br/><br/>If Eddy wanted to thrust, wanted to face fuck him, that was absolutely fine.  Luke was past any qualms or embarrassment, driven only by a searing, deep desire.