Luke rolls his eyes. "Biggs, I was terrified. And you weren't exactly any help, either!" He's probably feeling a little more defensive than he needs to be, but before he can defend himself further he's being pushed over onto his back. Biggs' smirking face is right above him and most of his body weight is pressing him pleasantly into the floor. If he was going to say anything else he's completely forgotten what it was.

If Biggs isn't really ready yet for anything too aerobic this might have been a bad decision. Luke's eyes have glazed over and his pulse has already sped up, rushing blood quite quickly and efficiently to places that need it a little more than usual. This is all it takes to get him brain-numbingly turned on, potentially living out the events of a wet dream, memories of all of those fantasies and desires that nearly drove him crazy for years, and Biggs' take-control attitude. Luke has just discovered some things about himself.

Finally he recovers enough to get out a few words though he's somewhat breathless. "You have no idea. Biggs..." His hands have moved to Biggs' hips as if to hold him in place and he licks his lips. "... I've been waiting five years. Don't you dare tease me."