edmund catches peter's hands, pins them to the wall. he says, "maybe i should ask what you're doing to me."

there is a flushed look to his brother, a general air of unraveling with his parted lips and unfocused eyes. edmund holds peter more easily than he had held susan, because susan had known it was coming, had tensed herself for it and knew what to fight and what to let wash over her.

"what's gotten into you, hmm?" edmund asks softly.

he is aware of where every touch is on peter's body, has specifically willed these touches to linger there, strategizing from his own mental map of peter's body and his memories of what elicits his brother's gasps, what elicits his moans.