"Are, too," Scorpius argues, but his words are swallowed up by the kiss, and instead of finishing that thought, he moans instead. Only because James is struggling so much does Scorpius let go of his wrists finally. His own hands find James's chest, feeling him up over his shirt and then reaching down to find its hem so he too can touch bare skin.

He doesn't bother with just pulling it up. He urges James to get the whole thing off entirely.