The man was heartless, never giving Luke more than a second to calm himself before another swarm of sensations came over him, all bright and bubbling and unbearably delightful.  His mouth was a hot, slick cavern that Luke was lost in with no way out until Eddy decided to let him go...  and that didn't appear to be any time soon.  So the boy would just have to see how long he could stand it, how long he could survive such an assault...<br/><br/>He felt himself moving, unable to be still: hands grabbing helplessly, hips pushing and pulling himself from the bed towards Eddy, towards that damn mouth, that<i>tongue</i>...  His face was warm, cheeks burning, and he could hear himself panting out little sounds, noises of pleasure that he couldn't keep back.  They peppered the air, growing louder and more intense as the onslaught continued.<br/><br/>Eddy was making sounds too, delicious, delightful sounds that invaded Luke's head, curling up by his ears.  So Eddy liked this, liked sucking him, the way he tasted and felt...  The young man smiled faintly amid the chaos of feelings in his head, pleased to be so enjoyed.<br/><br/>The smile gave way to a quiet whine, Luke biting his lips and eyes shutting tight-- it was becoming too much, the electrifying touches, the unforgiving up-and-down of Eddy's mouth, the steadfast grip of his hands...<br/><br/>Luke's cock twitched, throbbed under Eddy's attentions, and the boy writhed with an anxious, insistent moan as the hands on his hips trailed away, up his shivering stomach to his heaving chest to tease him further.  Eddy's fingertips were rough, the callouses catching over Luke's sensitive skin and abrading the soft pink nipples there, and he felt himself losing his mind.<br/><br/>Merciless.<i>Merciless</i><i>man</i>.<br/><br/>A whimper as Luke spoke, barely able to get the words out at all, staring at Eddy with wide, teary grey eyes as his harassed cock began to weep against Eddy's tongue.  "Eddy, I- I can't- I'm-"  A harsh tremor ran through him, and Luke stopped trying to talk, the words replaced with a pitched cry caught in his throat; he turned his head away, hands grabbing at the strong arm snaked over his body, and held on for dear life.