Blinking the hair out of his eyes, Scorpius tries to make sense of the words, but they are so seamlessly breathed into his heat that they make little sense to him. No, none at all - Albus slides his knees back and lowers his hips onto him, burying his erection under a thin layer of linen and warmth and a hard core beneath it that seems to throb frustratingly far from Scorpius" skin.