The boy seemed to be having fun down there, his sweet mouth moving on Eddy's prick as if the taste and feel of it was his favorite thing in the world. Watching him do it was certainly becoming Eddy's.<br/><br/>The fan of his lashes against his freckles cheek was an alluring picture, but every now and then he'd look up just to make sure Eddy was paying attention, those blue-grey eyes flashing bright and enchanting in the lowlight. Eddy still wasnt sure what to name the color. They were too light for slate, too grey for sapphire. Somewhere between gunmetal and riverstone. Rain cloud perhaps, or dove grey.<br/><br/>Eddy pondered it idly but as the boy found his rhythm and the pleasure began to build, all his thoughts melted right out of his ears.<br/><br/>It was good, so good that Eddy had to remind himself not to thrust, not to curl his hand in wild black hair and force the boy to go faster and deeper. He didnt want to hurt Luke, didnt want to force him, but the pace was so sweet he was getting to the point where it had to speed up or stop completely. No inbetween.<br/><br/>"Aw, sweetheart," Eddy sighed, voice slightly reedy as his hand flexed in Luke's hair and toes curled against the floor, hips giving the smallest of twitches, "you're killing me, babe."