Luke heard the soft sound, a rolling sigh as Eddy leaned back into the sofa; in this new position, Luke was sitting right on top of the man, could feel everything pressing up through Eddy's pants.  It made his face grow hot, that insistent bulge poking at him in tantalizing ways, and he straddled Eddy's lap a little more to press himself closer.  He hadn't forgotten any of their first night, hadn't forgotten how Eddy felt against him, in him...<br/><br/><i>You weren't complainin last time</i>.  No, he hadn't...  Luke let out a whisper of sound, something like a laugh and a sigh all combined in a luxurious, fluid noise of enjoyment.  The nip of Eddy's teeth set a fire under his skin, made goosebumps appear in delight.  Eddy could call him anything...<br/><br/>Hm... He'd have to think of the right nickname... but his mind was a little distracted.  Luke's hands explored, sliding out over Eddy's broad shoulders, up to play with his pretty salt-and-pepper hair.  Slim fingers curled the strands, slid through them lovingly.<br/><br/>"You're gorgeous too, you know... Beautiful man," he breathed, shifting again in Eddy's lap to press his hips down more and rub a little against the hardness between his legs.  He could call Eddy that, call him beautiful without worrying about any anger or disgust, and it was so nice to finally speak without censoring himself.  "You're a beautiful man..."