Albus was proud of himself. He had been so good. Since that day at the Quidditch pitch, he hadn't crawled into Scorpius' bed even once. And he certainly hadn't kissed him. He'd even stopped trying to do the normal things they'd done for years like holding hands or sharing an armchair in the common room. He was starving himself of Scorpius and might have even been starting to work. The dreams were coming less often. He was finding it easier to concentrate on other things. The possibility of never being romantic with him again was finally starting to feel real.

He had been so good….

And, of course, Scorpius had to rob him of all his progress. He had to steal his strength and dignity right from under his nose.

Every single one of Albus' feelings returned full-fledged the instant Scorpius touched him. Really touched him. Touched him in a way that left him trembling and knocked the very thought of breath from him.

At first, Albus wasn't sure what he was feeling was real. He was certain it was a dream. They were few and far between these days, but he still occasionally woke up achingly hard. He was sure that's what this was. There was absolutely no way Scorpius' mouth was actually working him over right now. There was no way his cock was currently enveloped in the particular heat of Scorpius' tongue. There was no way the soft kisses Scorpius was known to press along his thighs were anything but imaginary.

Except….

It felt way too real. Hissing in a soft breath, Albus reached towards his cock. He was fully intent on taking care of the phantom feelings so he could sleep. When his fingers met flushed skin and silken hair, however, he nearly jumped straight out of bed. "What the fuck?" he whispered, just barely keeping it from being a scream.

"Happy birthday…."

The gentle whisper unmistakably belonged to Scorpius. At that realization alone, Albus nearly came. He shuffled into a half-sitting position, grappling for too long for his wand. Reading his mind, Scorpius reached for his own and whispered a quick, "Lumos." Spittle clung to his lip, but he still looked like a fucking vision. "You look like you've seen a thestral," he whispered, reaching around Albus' thigh to wipe his mouth.

"I have seen a thestral," Albus whispered back. "And even that is less jarring than this. What are you doing?"

Scorpius looked extremely proud of himself when he answered. Like he had nothing to he worried about. "It's tradition," he stated, matter-of-fact. "Who am I to break a tradition after only two years?"

Their conversation apparently over, Scorpius resumed his position between Albus legs, bringing about a shocked moan. "But L-Louis…."

Albus could almost hear the smirk in Scorpius' words when he agonizingly pulled off again. "Louis doesn't like…this stuff. And I miss sucking someone off. So shut your gob and enjoy it."

The only thing Albus wanted to do was enjoy it. Scorpius' mouth felt so damn good. He wanted to feel every damn second of it. And he was helpless to resist that. Like a blooming flower in the sunshine, he unwound for Scorpius. In embarrassingly record time, he was whispering the boy's name on his orgasm, feeling completely and totally undone.

Feeling fucked for anyone and everyone else to come after him.