Confused, Scorpius complies, letting his legs slide back down over the soft edge of the couch. Without hesitation, without wasting time with an explanation, Albus straddles his stomach and reaches back for Scorpius" penis, which is twitching in his palm. Scorpius draws in a hissing breath. He doesn't understand, not even when Albus leans in, his hair tickling Scorpius" chest, when his wet glans is pressed against soft skin, when Al slowly lowers his rear. It gets increasingly tense, hotter - then, with a jolt, a tight, overwhelming heat surrounds him.