Francis let his kisses linger on Edmund's, and thrilled at how easily he was excited by something so mild. It really wanted him to go further but at the same time he worried about taking away this innocence he had.

When they came up for air, he leaned against the wall and stroked his hair. Listening to the other speak so crass made him smirk. "Oh was it that good? I've only kissed you. I don't know how you'd handle it if I did more." He moved to kissing along his jawline and down that delicate neck as his hands settled on the other man's hips drawing them close to his.

"Maybe one day you'll give me permission."