Albus had nice lips, Scorpius had decided.
They were pink and plump and perfectly kissable, especially when he pouted.
They were even nicer post-orgasm: red, swollen and with bite marks from where he'd attempted to quieten himself.
They fit perfectly with his bright emerald green eyes, the ones he hoped to see on his children one day.
Albus had nice lips, Scorpius had decided, and they were all his.
