Eddy stopped just at the edge, at the crest of a wave of ecstasy, and Luke wanted to scream.  He gave the boy a self-satisfied smile, then kissed his thigh, making the muscles jump and the nerves spark.  His hand retreated, sliding its way down in a slow, meandering trail, leaving Luke's chest alone, abandoned.<br/><br/>He tried to catch his breath, little noises and movements still betraying his overwhelmed state; Eddy shushed him, low voice flowing over his body like the bourbon they'd drank earlier.  It was soft, but it burned all the same.  Every kiss, every brush against him made his heart beat faster, his skin set afire, and his patience all but worn out.  He wanted more, wanted Eddy to finish what they'd both started...<br/><br/>Luke watched mesmerized as Eddy made his way up, shivering in helpless delight, and he let out a strangled half laugh at the question.  He knew it was all for fun to Eddy, that the man liked seeing him so undone...  He could hear it in his voice and see it on his face.<br/><br/>"Oh, you... you're wicked," Luke managed, little more than a fragile sigh, his pulse fast and flighty under Eddy's lips.  He wrapped his arms around the man's large shoulders, hands light against his back.  The incessant kisses, the hard sucking against his throat, made Luke whimper again, a soft cry as he curled his fingers against Eddy's spine.  Cruel, cruel man, to tease and taunt and promise so much in his touch...<br/><br/>"Please...  Just fuck me already.  Please..."  Luke was shamelessy begging, was happy to beg if it got him what he wanted.  And what he wanted was for Eddy to fuck him until he cried with joy into the sheets.