Now, and later!  The best of both words!  Francis was a goddamn genius.

Edmund followed him easily, pouting just a bit at being forced to move when his legs felt so useless, but Francis distracted him with yet another kiss.  He fell against the other man, his legs truly becoming useless as he melted into the embrace.

How far to go with this?  How far was allowed?  Was any of this allowed?  Probably not, but then why did it feel so good?  Why did it make it feel like his heart was going to explode in his chest and his stomach was buzzing like a beehive and his brain just - white, like he imagined Heaven should look?

"Francis," he muttered against the man's sweet lips, one hand resting gently on his neck and the other clenched against the wall.  "Francis -"

He didn't know what he was going to say.  It didn't matter, either, because a knock came at the bathroom door just then.  A moment later, a voice.

"Are you two nearly done?  I'd like to bathe."  Mable.  Edmund blinked slowly, staring at Francis with his mouth slightly ajar, the edges curled up and in a barely there smile.