"Shirts need to stay on," he mumbles, but his head tilts to the side to give Scorpius better access to his jaw. His lips are warm, and the heat of his breath so close to his ear might actually render him speechless. His thumbs begin to stroke against his hips, sincere if a little awkward, and he finally exhales a low, deep sigh.

Reluctance, so much reluctance.

"...should probably, uh. Stop, too."