A/N: For Paula because I love her, and she loves slash.
Blaise feels a thin hand clasp over his mouth as he enters his home. Instinctively, he reaches for his wand, but the person's free hand grips his wrist before his fingertips can even graze his pocket.
"Wouldn't hex a lover, now would you?" comes a slow, cool whisper, and Blaise relaxes.
He turns angrily, narrowed eyes catching the pale outline of the younger wizard. "Scorpius, what the hell are you doing here?" Blaise demands, though he's secretly happy to see him.
The blond smirks, taking a bold step forward. "I wanted to surprise you for your birthday," he says, casually brushing his hand over the older man's chest, nails digging into the shirt.
Dark eyes rolling, Blaise snorts. But he doesn't try to pull away. Like Draco, Scorpius has always had that demanding presence that draws him in, makes him ignore logic and rules for the sake of one more touch.
"My birthday is tomorrow," he says dryly, fingers tenderly tracing the veins in his lover's wrist.
"Oh, I know," Scorpius assures him, pressing him against the wall and speaking the words against the pulse of his neck. "But I want to get an early start."