It takes him a fraction of a mindless second to raise his arms, and then there is no holding back; he places his hands on the narrow chest as if to stroke the nipples, tenses and pushes Albus off him, to the side, where he lands face first on the sofa cushion. Scorpius isn't consciously aware of Al rolling onto his knees; only the way he slides out of him seems to matter; an unexpected, intense stimulation that pulses all the way into his chest, sending his heart into a frenzy.