"Flatterer," Luke murmurs, still staring, still smiling softly at Cal. The love in his chest feels like it could burst out; the lust is a pretty strong second though.

Force, I want you is the thought that may or may not get picked up, not really intentionally broadcast but definitely out there to be heard.

"Here? Bed? Shower?" He's stepping in toward Cal as he asks, hands reaching out for him.