Eddy grinned as he looked down at Luke, all long, dotted limbs arching into beautiful lines. He looked delicious. He looked like a feast spread out on the sheets, and Edsy found himself ravenous.<br/><br/>"Mmm, that you are," Eddy all but growled as he took his place between the boy's open legs.<br/><br/>Eddy laid himself down, muscling his way in so that Luke's legs rested upon his broad shoulders, placed his hands on Luke's hips, and took that cute, freckled cock into his mouth. He did not tease like Luke had with butterfly kisses and kitten licks, no, he swallowed it down to the very root and got straight to work.<br/><br/>The pace was quick and relentless. It was less returning the favor and more a treat for himself to enjoy selfishly. Eddy loved sucking cock, the heft of it on his tongue, the feel of it in his throat, but mostly he loved blowing the minds of his partners.<br/><br/>He lived for the sounds they made, for the way they arched and thrashed and cried out when it was too good, too much, their thighs quivering against his ears, fighting against his hold all because of his mouth. It was his absolute favorite. He went at it determined and shameless, the suction harsh and his tongue a wicked pressure to the underside of Luke's prick, doing his very best to ruin the boy.<br/><br/>His beard, for all its softness, scraped against Luke's thighs and balls, leaving behind patches of red, raw friction burns that will surely ache in the morning.