"And naughty thoughts," Scorpius confirms hoarsely. The fact that there's a hungry look in Albus" eyes, and that he's bluntly fixated on Scorpius" bar on, prompts him to sit down on the couch without another command. He presses his back into the backrest, pulling his legs up and holding his knees to his chest in feverish anticipation of what is to come - his dick wedged between his thighs, leaving a wet trail across his lower belly.