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"And, what, I can't say this shirt belongs to my boyfriend, James Sirius Potter?" he coos, not even bothering to bite back the grin on his face. Seeing James squirm does things to him. And being the one to make him squirm? Even better.

James reaches up to rub at the burn on his hand, trying to will away the heat he can feel flushing his face as he looks over to the sink. Really, he"s just trying to look anywhere but at the boy in front of him.

"No, actually," he mumbles, "you can't. Secret, remember? Kind of defeats the whole point."

"Teasing," Scorpius clarifies, still grinning though. It's delicious, seeing the heat in James's face. All because of a few words. The boy is gorgeous. Scorpius has to wonder why he thinks he'd tire of him so quickly. This was really only the beginning, as far as he saw it.

"But I can at least say it belongs to my boyfriend, right?" He leans in, mouthing at James's cheek. "That way, I don't have to sneak back here to sniff your underwear while I wank."

James really shouldn't allow this, he thinks. They've already fooled around enough today, he has some actual work he needs to do -- but god, he'd been so stressed since he'd blurted out that love confession on the phone, and the relief he felt now was almost palpable.

When he mouths at his cheek, James reaches up to gently grip at his hip, digging his fingers softly into it.

"People might recognize that shirt, Scor, I've had it for ages..."

"You think so highly of yourself, don't you, Potter?" Scorpius hums, somehow making the insult sound like a compliment when purred from his lips like that. "Everyone will recognise your shirt. Immediately, they'd think you're buggering me."

Raking his teeth against James's jaw, Scorpius nudges him back against the sink.

"I'd have to tell them someone else is snogging me, you know. To cover."

James grunts quietly again when he feels the warmth of Scorpius's breath against his jaw, his fingers tightening in his shirt at the comment about cover. He allows him to back him against the sink and counter, but shifts slightly as he steps back, trying to slide his thigh up between Scorpius's legs.

"You'd better not say a word to anyone. Not even a stupid cover."

"Why not?" Scorpius knows exactly what he's doing, and it thrills him. James wants him. Doesn't want him to want anybody else. So what better way to rile him than to say he'll tell everyone someone else is snogging him to cover?

It's bad. He shouldn't, really. James is right - he needs to get back to Hogwarts. But Scorpius doesn't care about getting in trouble as much as he cares about seeing James for just a minute longer.

"I shouldn't say some hot bloke is shagging me raw every chance he gets? Putting his hands all over me? Letting me call him at work..>?"

"You know you can'l say that sort of thing," James huffs, flexing his grip against Scorpius's hips. He tugs him a little closer, visibly a little agitated, before he bends his head to press his mouth against the younger boy's. It's a needy, pushing kiss, biting softly at his lower lip and tugging at it when he does.

He knows that Scorpius is being a prat on purpose, knows that he's purposefully riling him up, but that doesn'l make it grate on him any less.

"Don'l you dare. Just don't even bring it up at all."

The kiss is lovely. All teeth and tongue, with James's insistent, possessive hands on his hips. Scorpius can't deny the lure of just snogging James for the rest of the evening, even if it might mean getting caught for sneaking out of the castle after hours. Totally worth it, he thinks.

"Fine. Then, you'll have to wash my other shirt to get all the come out before I go back."

"Fine," he murmurs, and he should really let him go do it now, but he's reluctant to let him go. Just another few minutes of snogging, he thinks, and then he'll be sated. Surely he will. "Just in a second. I'll toss it in the wash so you can get on your way."

And then he's kissing him again, dragging him closer still.

Scorpius moans. He likes when he can push James to the point of willingness. Or past it, as it seems he has now. Likes when James is the one pulling him in for a change, shoving his tongue into his mouth, and Scorpius feels really, truly wanted. Needed, even. Loved.

It's the reminder of James's little confession over the telephone that has Scorpius rocking against him, groping down his body, sliding a hand between James's legs.

"...bedroom," he hums, a minute later.

"Laundry," James mumbles instead, exhaling a little gasp that he can't quite swallow down when Scorpius actually slides the hand between his legs. His own fingers are sliding up the back of his shirt, rucking it up, privately savoring the fact that it's his shirt that Scorpius is in, his clothes that he's wearing, and he holds the other boy as he grinds up against him, ducking back in for a harder kiss than before.

"Do you ahh --- really want --- hnnn --- to fuck me in the laundry?" Scorpius gasps between kisses, thoroughly turned on just from that alone. James's mouth is so possessive, warm, a little rough but so very affectionate. It's like neither of them had come earlier at all; it feels like they could do this all night, as far as Scorpius is concerned.

His hand curls around the bulge growing in James's trousers, palming him tenderly, feeling the hardness out as it grows.

"No," he mumbles back, and it's almost a whine. As far as James is concerned, he barely came earlier at all -- he'd stressed himself out so badly with his own impromptu love confession that it had been hasty, embarrassed. Disappointing. It's likely that's why he's so easily excited again now, coupled with the relief of everything else. "Need to wash your shirt, you gotta- ngh, go back to school-"

But he's pressing himself against Scorpius's hand, eager as he ducks his head away from the kiss to attack his throat with a fierce fondness.

With a sigh of pleasure as James's lips and teeth find his throat, Scorpius rocks against him, gripping a little tighter to the outline of his cock, desperate to get his skin on James's, desperate to see him naked, laying out on his bed, probably blushing.

It winds Scorpius up, but this... This is sort of more about James, and Scorpius doesn't mind at all.

"So I should just hhah --- suck you off? Right here and now? Quick, probably, huh?"

He can't deny that the thought is beyond appealing, Scorpius on his knees in front of him, right there in the kitchen -- and the casual way he talks about it, too, has him almost shuddering with pure desire. He digs his teeth into his the side of his neck, just at the juncture of it and his shoulder, sucking hard once before laving his tongue against the skin -- he's stalling for time, pure and simply, as he struggles to decide on an answer.

Finally, his fingers settle into the bare skin of the small of Scorpius's back, and he half-whines again: "Couch?"

It's a compromise, one that Scorpius will happily take. Mostly because 'couch' means James isn't against him staying a little while longer. Even if they only snog for a few minutes, that could keep Scorpius going for another week or two. It's just getting harder and harder to leave the more their relationship grows, and as nerve-wracking as it is to think he's in a relationship at all, let alone with James Potter, it's also incredibly exciting.

He's in a relationship.

With James Potter.

There's heat on his face as he pulls back, tugging James with him. "Couch," he agrees.

There's something like relief on James's face when Scorpius agrees, even if he isn't quite sure why. This is all new and exciting and terrifying, and half of the time he's still surprised that it's another boy that has him going like this, much less a Malfoy.

What he doesn't let himself dwell on is the fact that he couldn't imagine it being this way with anyone else.

So, easily, he follows Scorpius to the couch, expression almost deviously playful when they get near it and he attempts to wrestle him onto it.

Scorpius laughs, manages to put up a good fight, but eventually winds up pressed down into the cushions with James on top of him. Really, he'd settle for this, too. For just having James's hands on him, grinning, flushed.

He's just...gorgeous. Beautiful.

"Sexy." The word comes out before he means to let it. So he covers his embarrassment with a kiss.

James blinks a little at that, more surprised at Scorpius's embarrassment than the actual word itself. He allows himself to sink into the kiss, sliding down against him as he lifts a hand to touch the side of his face, pressing another warm one against his mouth. His heart is beating hard in his own throat and he can feel the blood in his face when he mumbles carefully: "Yeah. You bloody are."

"I meant you, you dolt," he grumbles, feeling impossibly stupid looking up at James like this. He's never fancied himself someone into the softer things, and he's understood for a while now that what most boys his age want is something quick and easy. This whole relationship thing scares him to death, mostly because he thinks he wants it more than anything else in the world.

"Yeah," James huffs in response, feeling similarly pretty stupid with the way his own glasses are sliding down off the bridge of his nose. He shifts a little, trying to line himself up with Scorpius, rolling his hips down against him in a not-so-subtle attempt to work up some friction that he's pretty desperate for right then. "And I meant you. So?"

Scorpius huffed right back at him, lowering his gaze between their bodies, where he can see the outline of James's cock against his pants, rubbing into him. He licks his lips, losing all breath in his lungs for a full minute, and then looks back up at James, meeting his eyes.

One hand delves between their bodies, tugging the zip of his fly down and sliding his fingers over James's bulge in his underwear.

"You're really hard," he murmurs, swallowing the intensity of the emotions in his throat.

James actually groans when Scorpius's fingers graze over his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers, shifting to press his lips against his temple and breathing a little raggedly. "Yeah," he answers, wondering why he suddenly feels so shy about this. "Wonder why that is, you prat."

With a chuckle, Scorpius teases for a few more seconds and then slips his fingers into the hole of James's boxers to find his length, gently pulling it out so he can see his own hand on it. Scorpius has always known, for the longest time, that he was gay, but seeing James's Potter's cock in his hand could have made anybody think that.

His gaze lifts to James's eyes. Leaning up, he presses a tender, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth and murmurs, "My fault..?"