Eddy didnt stop until Luke was whining, sounding desperate and close to tears. He pulled off with a triumphant, breathless '<i>hah!'  </i>and grinned like a cat that had gotten the bird, his cream, and managed to frame the dog for murder.<br/><br/>He pressed a wet kiss to Luke's trembling thigh, all fond as his hand left his nipples alone and petted along his stomach. He admired his work with vivacious pleasure, cherishing the flush of Luke's skin, the trembling of his beautiful body, the wetness of his rain drop eyes.<br/><br/>"Shh, shh, there's a good boy," Eddy crooned as if calming down a spooked animal, and laid another kiss on Luke's hip. The flesh there was red from his grip and just might bruise. Only the morning light would tell.<br/><br/>Eddy sat up and absently wiped his mouth, his beard wild and mussed. He then began to kiss a line up Luke's torso, slowly crawling up his body from hip to stomach to chest, his grin large and unrepentant between each touch of his lips to Luke's freckled skin.<br/><br/>"How we doing, gorgeous?" He asked, almost casually, before latching his mouth against the side of Luke's neck, intent on suckling a mark there.<br/><br/>If Luke didnt figure it out already, Eddy was a a bit of a bastard in bed.