Eddy accepted the invitation wholeheartedly, making Luke's heart leap.  This was silly, being overwhelmed by just a kiss, but things had been so rough lately, so shitty, that this moment made up for much of the past struggles.  At least, momentarily.<br/><br/>Then he felt Eddy's hands-- one shifted to his back, pressing into the small arch, and the other curled further into his hair, tightening its grip.  Heat grew between his hips, heat that bloomed through him, and he let himself be completely carried away by the other's whims.  Luke was totally compliant, tasting the bourbon on Eddy's tongue and loving the discreet, subtle control the man had over him.<br/><br/>Luke's previous partners had been a little like this; or rather, they'd thought they were like this.  They thought they rode that line between gentle guidance and over-dominance, but in reality most had been either blustery, trying to convince Luke of their manliness when they didn't need to, or got too carried away and were rougher than Luke wanted...<br/><br/>Eddy, though... Eddy was...<br/><br/>Luke felt him break the kiss, and finally caught a breath that he didn't know he'd been holding.  He heard that lovely deep tone, the way Eddy called him 'sweetheart', and a soft smile appeared on his flushed face as he considered the question.  Being given the opportunity to choose where, choose how...  Luke had let his partners lead entirely in the past, either afraid they would change their minds about him or simply not enjoy the choice he made.<br/><br/>A small hum in the back of his throat, gazing up at the man for approval, Luke murmured, "I think I'd like to see your bedroom, please..."  Was the bed too much to ask for, too soon...?  Some had thought so, but Luke was a romantic at heart, and the bedroom was the place that felt most comfortable for him when baring himself so vulnerably to another person.