Scorpius can't help but laugh, a bit. His mouth pulls abruptly away as he exhales against James.

"That tickles." And it does. In stupidly wonderful ways.

Scorpius puts his hand on the back of James's neck, delicately touching his nape, the short hairs back there. He leans down to continue the kiss again. And if James is counting, they're already over the sixty second mark.