A/N: Hello! I've always been into the Harry Potter fandom, but never really got around to writing anything about them. So here's a small drabble. It's Albus's POV, if you couldn't tell.

Warnings: Whelp, this whole thing is completely about sex, so I guess don't read if you don't want to?

OoO

Nails rake along his spine, digging into the flesh and leaving bright red streaks as they trace a road down his back. A mouth attacks his neck and leaves deep purple blossoms in their wake, the brilliant flowers marking ownership and pleasure. His whole body flushes a deep red and a musky scent fills the air that is suddenly too hot to breathe. Deep breaths. One, two. In, out. A moan slips from his lips and falls to the floor, crunched on by bare feet whose toes curl up in pleasure. More tortured noises join the sound and quickly become a puddle that laps at his thighs like a greedy tongue. A contented sigh escapes his lips as he is pushed back against the headboard and his head hits the pillow silently. His hands come up above his head and he twists them in the sheets as he writhes and moans and trembles. The mattress squeaks dangerously and he's pretty sure he hears a loud crack, but the bed holds and so they keep going. In, out, in, out. Not his breath anymore. Something immensely harder and indescribably more delicious. In. Out. Yes, please, harder, more, I lov—his voice stutters and his eyes twinkle. Yes more god yes please more I. Can't. Even. I'm. Going TO! A release, a silent scream lights up his features beautifully. I'M. Yes, there it goes. Panting, and the embers die down. Recover, sticky and sweet. Out. He fully collapses on the bed, his limbs turning into jelly and his eyes falling shut. That was. He ignores the slight pain in his backside as he turns over and curls up. Little spoon. He drifts into being awake, his sheets sticky and his voice shouting: "Scorpius!"