There was that look, that little bit of a smile that made Luke feel faint and nearly tremble at the knees, like some sort of romance heroine or weak damsel.  It was ridiculous that someone could have such an effect, and really, no one had before... But Eddy was different.  Eddy was so, so different, and Luke was so, so lucky to have met him.<br/><br/>Eddy leaned away, leaving Luke bereft, but it was only for a moment-- those massive palms glided over his skin, the leathery surfaces catching on his delicate thighs, and Luke's ears were filled with the rumbling, thundering sound he associated only with Eddy, no one else.  His heart skipped in his chest as the boy let out a quiet sigh; it hitched as Eddy fondled him and tugged-- not a hard movement, but enough to make him squirm and bite his lip to keep back another moan as he listened to the man's praise.  So Eddy liked the way he begged, liked the pleas and the desperation...  Good.<br/><br/>The moan slipped through anyways, past his lips and out into the air.  Luke knew he wasn't a quiet lover, had gotten complaints about the noise he made, and he had tried hard to keep it to himself in previous relationships, but Eddy didn't make him feel bad for his volume: it was just a way of proclaiming how much he enjoyed the way Eddy touched him, the way they fit together, and the past months had allowed Luke more freedom in his sex life than he'd ever had before.  It was so exciting, with so much of himself to explore that he'd never been able to until now... and he hoped Eddy would be just as interested in helping that exploration along as Luke wanted to imagine.<br/><br/>Eddy seemed like he would be, with the way he so casually and completely took to dominating Luke, but it wasn't the same kind of forceful, uncomfortable thing that he'd experienced with others.  This was natural, how gently Eddy could do it-- just a word, just a touch was all it took, and Luke was ready and willing.  He knew he tried too hard to please, but the boy couldn't help himself... and Eddy had never taken advantage of that.  Every order was something Luke already wanted to comply with, no second thoughts necessary.<br/><br/>Luke's face was burning hot as the questions curled in his head, Eddy's voice so delicious and deep, the constant stroking of his fingers delightful and tantalizing, all enough to make Luke's mouth water and his cock twitch hard as it was ignored.<i>You like begging...? </i>He had refused to let himself dwell on these feelings, these needs in the past, but now they were all coming to the surface, and Luke couldn't hide them anymore.  The low, faint moaning turned to a whine as the young man pressed his hips towards Eddy's hand, always chasing any caress granted, and ran a hand absently over his face to hide the dark flush in vain.<br/><br/>Luke loved begging-- he loved it because he knew, with Eddy, he would eventually be rewarded, and he knew he was not pitied.  Someone else would shame him, make him feel like shit, but the boy believed his artist was a gentleman who would treat him as he wished to be treated, however that might be at any given time.  When Luke wanted to be used or mishandled, or when he wanted to be held close and swept up in affection, Eddy would give him what he asked for... if he pleaded nicely enough.  As for the rest...<br/><br/>"I... I..."  Luke's bright eyes said his answers before he could, shining so sweetly and laying his innermost thoughts out in plain view.  Yes, he did, yes, yes,<b><i>yes</i></b>.  'Babydoll', that wonderful nickname, that made his heart sing.  "I touch myself when I'm not with you..."  Many nights, when Eddy wasn't there to make him feel safe or wanted or loved, when there was only a cold bed and Luke's own warmth to keep him company.  "... But the real thing is so much better," he added with a crooked smile, words lilting as they fell from his tongue.  "And... If I have the real thing, then I don't need to pretend...  Unless you want me to..."<br/><br/>One slim, freckled hand crept down his stomach, over the loose fabric of the shirt pulled away to reveal himself, down to hesitate just next to the indent of his hip, fingers lightly curved and restless, waiting.  "Do, do you want me to...?  Please tell me what you want, please..."  His voice ached, gaze open and attentive as Luke stared at Eddy, face aflame and betraying every ounce of emotion.  Luke would do anything Eddy asked, all he had to do was name it.  Please, please,<b><i>please</i></b>...