The thrusts started slow, shallow, but that changed as they both became swept up in the pleasure building in them.  Eddy's grip was strong, powerful; his hands were first gentle but became harder, his grip turning into something commanding.  He didn't hurt Luke, didn't hold him too tightly, but he did take complete control over the boy's movements.  And Luke let him.<br/><br/>Luke let Eddy fuck him, let the man dive deeply, his cock pushing farther and farther.  It didn't ache at the beginning, but then Eddy began to lose some of his self-restraint, and then Luke was totally overcome.  He sped up, pulling the boy forward as he shoved in, hitting the back of his throat in a harsh rhythm.  All Luke could do was hold on for dear life, catch a breath when he could, and resist the reflex to gag on the weighty shaft barreling into him.<br/><br/>Like ramrodding a cannon, the vaguest though came to Luke's mind, though it quickly disappeared in the torrent of thrusts, Eddy's hips snapping and his great hands almost vicelike.  The young man's eyes watered as his throat was attacked mercilessly, but no tears fell.<br/><br/>Luke loved this.  He didn't love it namely because it was rough, but because Eddy had been gentle and kind until Luke allowed him to be different, until he encouraged the man to take what he wanted.  Eddy was a gentleman, something Luke wasn't used to, and he would savor every moment.  He simply held Eddy's thighs, soft sounds of want humming over the rigid cock between his lips, and let himself be used.<br/><br/>Just as things were starting to be too rough, starting to hurt-- just before Luke could begin to fidgit in uncomfortable restlessness-- Eddy regained some control and eased his thrusting.  He slowed to a more thoughtful pace, giving Luke a well-deserved rest, then pulled himself free.  The boy gasped as Eddy slid from his mouth,  panting for air and leaving glistening trails of saliva on Eddy's cock and down his chin.  His own was fully hard, standing proud between his speckled legs.<br/><br/>It was filthy, dirty and utterly pornographic.  Luke looked up at Eddy with a wet shine in his eyes.  His lips were slick and hot, plush beneath the man's massive thumb, and he smiled hazily; his throat was still too sensitive and raw to speak, so instead Luke nuzzled against Eddy's hip, affectionate and tingling with satisfaction.