The crow's feet were endearing, fine lines of laughter and expression that Luke was happy to see, happy to cause, and the gentle grip against his hips made his pulse jump.  He let himself be pulled close, so easy for the other man to move.  Luke was much smaller, weighed little more than a feather in Eddy's grasp.<br/><br/>The kiss was luxuriant, promising.  Luke liked the taste of Eddy's mouth, liked it very much.  He liked everything: the man's scent of liquor and spice, the warmth that radiated from him, the softness of his beard and the strength in his hands, the way the bourbon just added a bit of a kick...<br/><br/>He kissed back without hesitation, leaning into it and letting his hand slide down to rest on Eddy's chest.  Luke pulled back long enough to agree, murmuring out a soft "yeah" before pressing his lips to Eddy's once more.  They felt wonderful, would feel even better on the rest of him...<br/><br/>Another hand joined the first, fingers splayed out across Eddy's broad form.  Luke could feel the heat underneath the fabric of his shirt; he resisted the impulsive urge to just stick his hands beneath and let them rest on bare skin.  That would come soon enough.  Instead, he just enjoyed the long, measured press of lips to lips, and gently moved his hips as if to invite Eddy to hold on tighter and not let go.<br/><br/>He pulled back just to take breaths, letting out soft, shy words in between returns to the kisses.  "I... I don't... do this much..."  It was sort of a warning, an apology; Luke was not a virgin, not by a long shot, but he also wasn't sleeping with people left and right.  He hadn't slept with anyone for a while before this, and he hoped any timidness he gave off wouldn't be seen like he didn't want to go through with things...  He very, very much did.  He just felt Eddy should know.  "... That ok...?"