Eddy may not have been proud of his body, but he was proud of his art. He had every right to be. It took endurance and determination to complete the marks that he had chosen for himself to bear, and Luke's admiration was an affirmation that he had chosen right. (He was unaware that Luke was talking about more than just his tattoos.)<br/><br/>Eddy was not prone to blushing but he couldnt help the slightly bashful quirk to his lips as Luke began touching him, the softness of his fingers slightly ticklish as they traced over the solid lines (Eddy got them touched up every 5 years so they were hardly faded).<br/><br/>"I should be saying the same about you," Eddy murmured sincerely. Luke was beautiful, fae-like and speckled like a robin's egg, almost unreal, almost untouchable. Eddy was lucky that the boy had stumbled into his life. How long he would be staying was a complete mystery, but Eddy was going to enjoy their time together, however brief it might be.<br/><br/>Gently, he grasped Luke's thin wrists and directed his hands to the buttons of Eddy's jeans.<br/><br/>"Help a man out?" Eddy asked, "there's more to see."<br/><br/>And there was. As Luke peeled the jeans away he would find more tattoos encasing Eddy's thick thighs and meaty calves. On the left thigh there was a stylized black swan with ropes of pearls wrapped around it's long neck, a princess crown on it's head and a dagger held within it's beak. The wings were a flurry of feathers that reached down to his knee, and below that were swirls of blue water that went down to his ankle. Colorful fish and green frogs swam in its depths.<br/><br/>On the right thigh, in a mirror composition, sat a greyhound, a royal crown upon its head, a cape around its shoulders, a cigar in its mouth, and a bottle of whiskey held the wrong way within its wispy paws. It sat upon a pile of gold, the smoke of the cigar and the spilt whiskey making swirls amongst the coins and the jewels.<br/><br/>These were far more whimsical and only ever seen by those determined to get Eddy naked. His cock seemed almost an afterthought in all that riotous color, unadorned and nestled in a thick patch of graying hair. It seemed the least interesting thing to look at despite its size and girth, compared to the rest of him that is.<br/><br/>Luke might have different ideas about that though, once he stopped gawking at all the ink.