More?  God, Edmund could just barely handle this, how could there be more than this?  He tilted his head, giving Francis more access to his neck, even as it sent a flutter down his spine.

"Maybe, maybe one day," he gasped.  Unable to bear the feather light kisses on his neck any longer, he turned and captured Francis' lips again, just for a second.

"But not today," he finished.  "Not here, either... ah, sorry to disappoint."  A hand moved to Francis' cheek, rubbing against his stubble with obvious appreciation.