And there was his answer, so open and delivered without an ounce of modesty.  Luke did not know the full extent of Eddy's admiration, that the man found everything about him so utterly fascinating, but it was clear there was enough that Eddy liked.  The words made the heat rise in his face, made it also appear low in his belly, and he couldn't help but squirm happily under the other's long glance.<br/><br/>"Well," Luke began, his voice just a sweet little chirp as he ran a hand through the mess of dark waves curling wildly about his head, his other hand smoothing the front of his borrowed shirt and calling attention to the vague arousal forming between his legs, "what about breakfast...?"<br/><br/>He nearly purred the question out, looking up at Eddy with a coy little grin and the slightest tilt of his head; all Luke had to do was bat his eyelashes and he'd be swooning.  The boy had been touch-starved for years, and he'd been making up for it more in the last few months than ever before... It was so easy with Eddy, so wonderfully easy, and he had no problem going for every opportunity that presented itself.<br/><br/>Eddy could pull out some lovely notes from Luke-- he could make him sing like a bird.