"Please," Edmund whispered, shivering at the feeling of Francis' warm breathe against his lips.  Not a second later, something warmer pressed against him, and Edmund hummed a pleased tone.

He really didn't know what he was doing, but he did know that it felt good, so he just copied what Francis did and kissed him as soft as he was kissed.  His hands rested at the other's shoulders, clenched in his shirt tight as if he would get lost without something to hold onto.  A long moment passed before Edmund pulled away, his head falling against Francis' shoulder beside his hand.

"Fuck," he whispered, "thank you.  That was - that was very nice.  I really like doing that with you.  Shit."