There was Eddy's hardon returning with a vengeance. Breakfast could wait, the studio could wait, the world could wait whenever Luke looked at him like that, so bashful and hopeful and wanting.<br/><br/>Eddy hummed and reached up to shut the stove off, the knob letting out a decisive click when he turned it.<br/><br/>"What about it?" he asked. Eddy wasnt hungry anyway, not for food at least.<br/><br/>"Get your sweet ass on the table and spread those legs for me," Eddy said, his tone syrupy and warm despite the lewdness of his order. Eddy was always soft with Luke whenever they did this. He didnt raise his voice or become stern or forceful, he didnt have to when Luke was always so eager to obey.