Luke's thighs were a revelation. Eddy had forgotten how smooth and soft and warm skin could feel, how good it felt to press his lips against it and just kiss and kiss and kiss. Eddy got a little lost there, his mouth wandering in unhurried patterns as he brushed his lips over every inch he could reach but not where it counted, not where Luke wanted.<br/><br/>He didnt have to look to know the boy was hard and aching. Luke shifted his stance, squirming, hands coming up to brace against Eddy's shoulders, not lost enough to lose his balance but still wanting the excuse to touch. Those hands made their way to Eddy's face and he let himself be pulled away from Luke's lovely thighs.<br/><br/>He looked up to find Luke smiling at him, boyish and crooked with those sparkling pale eyes, staring with such blatant adoration that Eddy could hardly stand it and yet he couldnt bear to look away.<br/><br/>There was something about this, of him sitting on the edge of his seat staring up, holding Luke's hips. Of Luke standing between his legs naked like a saint or a martyr looking down, holding his face. It felt like prayer, like worship, like benediction touching each other with such regard.<br/><br/>It felt only right to take Luke into his mouth as the boy watched, Eddy's lips finding the cockhead without once looking away. It started with a kiss, soft and reverent at the very tip. He kissed there twice before his tongue slipped out, wet and ravenous as he licked up the underside of Luke's cock.