James freezes for a moment, just in reflexive fear of what he's doing. This is bad. This is so bad. Nothing has changed from before, nothing makes this any less of a mistake, but he's just drunk enough to say forget it, to let himself indulge. So he winds his arm gently around Scorpius's waist, the hold gentle but firm, and carefully yields to that swipe of tongue. Two minutes. He'll time himself, they'll stop, it'll be okay- but for two minutes he can let himself have this perfect feeling, fingers curling in the other boy's shirt as he licks softly at his lip in return.