This was somewhat new to Luke, being on the recieving end rather than giving.  He wasn't used to it, wasn't entirely certain what to do with his hands or how to stand, but his body made some choices without any prompting, like it already understood.  He couldn't stay still, not with what Eddy was doing to him, not with such a fire growing...<br/><br/>And then Eddy pulled him closer, buried Luke in his throat, and<i>swallowed</i>-- it made the boy gasp, a little sound turning into a wavering moan, and his hands curled against the back of Eddy's neck before smoothing back out along his spine.  Ohhh, that had been perfection, the way the man's throat closed around him, the heat and slickness and the tight slide...  It made Luke pulse, throb against Eddy's tongue, and his thighs shivered.<br/><br/>The air filled with obscene noises, Eddy's wet affections and Luke's soft cries growing louder by the minute.  Every suck, every flick and teasing taste had him stiff and rigid, spine arching and hips pressing forward with hunger; Luke squirmed, felt his knees start to lock up and then buckle, and inwardly thanked God that Eddy was still holding onto him.  The man's hands would be the only thing keeping him upright soon enough, if he kept this up...<br/><br/>"Do that again," Luke managed between pants, sweet and aching as Eddy sucked on him hard enough to make him tremble all over, enough to make his hips jut and his fingers dig into the other's shoulders.  "Please, again..."  He'd beg if Eddy wanted, he'd plead and plead...