"Only because you've been drinking," Scorpius agrees, leaning down where James is guiding him on his own. One hand snakes through James's full head of hair, the other braced on his shoulder so he can hold himself up.

His lips meet against James's, softly, just a light, moist kiss. He doesn't pull away completely, just enough to tip his head to a better angle and swipe his tongue along the crease of James's mouth.