The man's laughter was so soothing in its raggedness, the rough edges that somehow slipped perfectly into Luke's head, and he nodded at Eddy's question to reaffirm what he'd said.  Luke hadn't slept with a ton of people, that was true... But he'd slept with enough to know Eddy was the best he'd ever had, or rather, been had by.  No one could hold a candle to him.<br/><br/>And Eddy was right; Luke couldn't have warned him even if he'd tried... He'd been too caught up, too mesmerized to even get out more than a few meaningless, strangled words.  Totally incapable of stringing together a proper sentence, only begging noises, pleading for more and loving what he was given.<br/><br/>Luke watched Eddy remove the condom, the motion slow and methodical.  He could see the tightness in Eddy's hands, how he held them, and knew they hurt... It was a wonder the man had managed to hold onto Luke, but the boy was very glad for it, even though he was sorry for the pain.<br/><br/>"Sure," he murmured, doing as asked.  He handed the towel off, then let himself lie back down with a sigh, the sound glowing with satisfaction.  Eddy's bed was firm, the sheets soft against his skin, and laying down he could still feel the absence between his legs.  His thighs would shake a while longer, and any more strenuous action was out of the question.  Luke would have to be gentle, walking home, or his legs might give out under him.<br/><br/>He lay close to Eddy, enjoying the warmth that radiated from his wide shoulders, and lightly pressed his own much bonier shoulder to the other's, just to touch.  A simple thing, a sweet affection after such generosity.  Something else he could remember when he left.<br/><br/>"My turn, when you're finished," he motioned at the towel and gave Eddy another soft, shy grin.  They were both a mess, sweaty and sticky and undone.