Eddy's tension headache suddenly eased as Luke untied his hair. He hadnt even noticed it until he felt the shuddering relief along his scalp as his hair fell loose. It definitely needed a wash but Luke didnt seem to care as he ran his finger through it, the strands almost long enough to reach his shoulders now. He's never worn his hair this long before, the length was entirely due to neglect but Luke seemed to like it, seemed so fascinated by it.<br/><br/>It felt nice when Luke played with it. But nicer still when Luke got up to strip himself bare. Now that was very nice.<br/><br/>Eddy's gaze was heavy and hungry as they dragged over Luke's body, ravenous at the sight of him in all his naked glory. Eddy wasnt lying when he said he dreamt of the boy but he must have misremembered because there were far more freckles than he expected. They were everywhere, just everywhere, like paint spatters and dust particles.<br/><br/>God he was beautiful, standing there in the bright lights of the living room, everything illuminated and vivid. Luke held himself the same way as he had before, that odd, endearing combination of bold and shy, modest but willing and wanting to be seen, to be admired. How Eddy did admire.<br/><br/>Eddy sat up to reach out to Luke, his calloused palm gliding against the boy's leg up to the curve of his hip. His hand fit perfectly there, as if it was meant to be held by him.<br/><br/><i>Still as good as you remember? <br/>
</i><br/>"Even better," Eddy murmured, and leaned in to press soft, bristly kisses against Luke's thighs.<br/><i><br/>
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