The world was muffled, Luke barely able to acknowledge Eddy's orgasm while still riding his own.  The pair of them reached their apexes, crested the waves, topped the pinnacles, and then could finally rest.  The air was filled with heavy breaths and gasps, bodies shaking with effort and exhaustion.  Luke let out one final, soft whine as Eddy pulled free, a last tremor sparking through him from his head to his toes.<br/><br/>They both lay in stunned silence, and then Eddy spoke.  Luke laughed, the sound forced out between gasps for air.  The smile on his face was soft, crooked.  "I haven't been fucked like that since ever," he responded with a grin, grey eyes bright.  He wiped at those pale orbs, tears gone and replaced with total contentment, and slowly let feeling return through his body.<br/><br/>As the pleasure settled and Luke no longer felt like he was going to fall apart if he moved, an unpleasant seed of anxiety started in.  He tried to ignore it, tried to push it away, but the thoughts continued-- they'd had an amazing, unbelievable time, but now they were done... Would Eddy want him to leave?  This wasn't Luke's place after all, he was only there by invitation.  And the purpose of that invitation had been accomplished.<br/><br/>Luke slowly, carefully sat up, though he had to move very gingerly; he felt hollow, everything fucked out of him, and his head felt blurry.  He looked down at Eddy, and smiled apologetically as he saw the mess he'd made, running a hand through the dark tangles of his hair to push it out of his face.  "Sorry... I should've warned you beforehand..."