"The freckles really do go all the way down," Eddy mused, his voice tinged with understated mirth and appreciation.<br/><br/>Luke was a sight and Eddy took his time admiring him, from the tip of his freckled nose all the way down to his adorable little toes. He smiled as Luke did a turn, a sultry combination of bashful and bold as he displayed his naked body to Eddy's heavy gaze.<br/><br/>Eddy didnt mind the skinniness, didnt mind the protrusion of rib bones and shoulder blades. The curve of Luke's collarbone was enticing, and the jut of his hips were indented in such a way that made perfect spaces for Eddy's hands to grasp and hold. He rather liked the knobby bumps of Luke's vertebrae, how they made dramatic shadows against the valley of his spine in the low light.<br/><br/>Eddy had made studies of exactly that, had made series out of bones that sat too close to the skin. His hands had created bodies just like Luke's, long limbed and too slender for their own good, a grim sort of beauty. A deceptive fragility despite being made out of solid stone.<br/><br/>Luke seemed sturdy enough, standing there in all his gangly glory.<br/><br/><i>Your turn...?<br/>
</i><br/>And Eddy supposed that it was. The shirt came off easy enough, the thick muscles of his arms and pecs shifting with the movement. Beneath there were more tattoos as Eddy had promised.<br/><br/>The poppies, skulls, and snakes continued over his shoulder and down his chest. A large skull sat directly over his heart with a snake slithering out of its yawning mouth. The red of the poppies bled in long lines down his side before smearing in diagonal slashes as if someone had drag their hand through the blood. It covered a series of bumpy scars nearly indistinguishable beneath all the red.<br/><br/>At the center of his large stomach sat what appeared to be a bastardized family crest in black and yellow, depicting a white stag and black unicorn locked in battle on a shield, a roman centurion helmet floating above it framed by thistle leaves, a banner below saying<i>Aut Vincere Aut Mori </i>in medieval script. Either conquer or die.<br/><br/>It had been an impressive thing when he had been young and fit, now it was slightly distorted by the curve of his gut and the addition of stretch marks. Eddy resisted the urge to put his hands over them, it was too late for that now. Instead he turned as Luke had, showing the boy the rest of his body art.<br/><br/>The tattoos on Eddy's back was a different style, a highly realistic rendition of Theseus battling the Minotaur took up the entire space, across Eddy's broad shoulders all the way to the small of his back. Their bodies were depicted with dark shadows and stark highlights, each muscle defined in incredible, breath taking detail. Theseus had the upper hand, his hand wrenching down the Minotaur's horn so that the bulls head was buried in his chest at a harsh angle. The two figures were so twisted together it could be easily be mistaken for love making rather than a battle to the death.<br/><br/>It had taken Eddy years to complete. The artist had charged a small fortune but it had been well worth the time, money, and pain.