Eddy hadnt done this in a long while. He hadnt known that he still could. He fucked like a much younger version of himself, fucked like an animal, angry and forceful and in pursuit of only his own pleasure. Grunting with the effort, snarling instead of moaning, fucking as if it were fighting and he was determined to win.<br/><br/>Luke went wild for it, so shocked by the first thrust he didnt even make a sound, but he was wailing soon enough. The noises were punched right out of him with every thrust, coming out surprised, mesmerized, as if he couldnt quite believe the pleasure of it. His moans raised and ebbed with the ferocity, sometimes uttering a helpless<i>yes </i>between his gasping breaths.<br/><br/>He wrapped his every limb around Eddy, holding on for dear life. His short nails scratched into the flesh of Eddy's back, raising lines across Theseus' face, matching the grasp on the Minotaur's horns. Eddy groaned at the sting, the sound buried in the curve of Luke's neck.<br/><br/>Even clinging so, Luke was still being pushing up the bed, his head dangerously close to jamming against the headboard. Eddy shifted his weight to wrap his arms around Luke's body, holding him down and in place so he did not move as Eddy thrusted into him. One hand clamped onto Luke's shoulder, the other upon his hip, Eddy's grip vice like and immovable.<br/><br/>This allowed to hit Luke's prostrate head on, the evidence of it apparent when the boy began to beg again, his whole body tightening as if he would never let Eddy go. Eddy strived to that special place again and again, ramming against it with all his strength.<br/><br/>His heart was hammering, breath billowing, body covered with sweat. His hair was coming undone again, sticking to his face, and all around them was a sweltering oppressive heat, making everything slick and slippery. Eddy's body burned with the effort, every muscle straining and sore, but he would sooner die than to stop before Luke found his orgasm. Luke had to come first. Eddy was determined that he would.