This was so different than the way things used to be for Luke-- he had never been this bold, never been so confident in his approach or able to respond so openly to someone else's, had always been so careful and had let himself be little more than an object, but now...  He felt so safe with Eddy, felt like the man wanted him, and it was so much easier to be himself, piece by piece.<br/><br/>It helped that Eddy was gentle with him: he never pushed, never bullied to get what he wanted, but there was no need to.  Luke was happy to give to someone who respected him...  And thank God that Eddy was a giver as well, there was no mistaking that.  A heart of gold covered in ink, perhaps a little banged up and bruised, but Luke hoped to change that.  Hoped to fix his own as well.<br/><br/>Luke watched the man approach, shrugging off what had to be the ugliest robe he'd ever seen and setting it aside, a playful teasing hmmm echoing in his head as Eddy seated himself between his legs.  Those broad hands pressed against his thighs to spread them apart, a light ache forming in the muscles as they were stretched, and Luke squirmed against the solid wood surface of the table, leaned back on his elbows and staring at Eddy with wide, bright eyes.  A soft sigh left his upturned lips as he was pushed open and exposed, body malleable under Eddy's touch-- he could direct him anywhere, and Luke would go without a fuss.<br/><br/><i>You're gorgeous, babydoll</i>.  Babydoll.  Luke had loved that petname ever since first hearing it glide off Eddy's tongue, and it never got old, not even after so long.  He smiled and let out a quiet giggle, dark eyelashes fanned over his pale eyes, but he only had a moment to be flattered before Eddy moved his head.<br/><br/>The dry rasp of the man's bristly cheek left a simmering strip of heat down Luke's leg, along the sensitive skin of his thigh to the still delicate area around his knee; he couldn't help the way his muscles jumped, nerves sparking and jerking, couldn't help the sharp little gasp, pink mouth caught in an 'o' of surprise.  He couldn't help the delight in his eyes, or the twitch of his cock as it grew harder, or the way his toes curled and feet flexed.  He could only feel the slow, satisfying burn, and knew Eddy wasn't done.<br/><br/>Luke's surprise turned into a slow pleasure, smile slim and coquettish as he lifted the shirt higher, fingers plucking at the fabric to reveal another inch, and then another.  The hem caught on his erection, a small but growing bulge underneath the cotton, and the young man simply kept pulling the shirt along, letting it tug at himself and slide up the length of his cock until it was free: he bounced back into place, firm and proud in the air, and then the shirt was left alone with a soft laugh of satisfaction and desire for more.  Breakfast be damned.