The taste of his own spunk soured Albus' tongue for a week straight. After he'd finished, Scorpius had kissed him like he used to. Deep and slow, their tongues just barely laving over one another. It lasted barely a few seconds, but he couldn't help but to replay it over and over again in his head. His birthday having been a mere few days before winter break, he had ample time in which to do this. In fact, he spent the whole train ride back by himself doing just that.
It had been their first, real kiss since the break-up. The first time they had both been active partners. And, if Scorpius' own need pressing into his thigh was any indication, it was the first time they were both craving more. If circumstances were different, Albus would've taken advantage of that. Oh, he wanted to take advantage of that. He wanted to beg Scorpius to use him in ways his boyfriend wouldn't. But he had a stronger moral compass than that.
"How are things with you and Louis, sweetheart? Fleur says his letters are so sweet. He's so excited."
"Oh…we're not together anymore…."
"What?" Albus lifted his head from knitting last minute touches on a few family presents. As he'd done for the past six years, Scorpius was spending Christmas Eve with the Potters. He was comfortable in the kitchen, so Albus' mother always stuck him on baking detail. They got in good bonding that way and Albus always had the luxury of watching them laugh and smile. This year was no different, despite the circumstances. He stood quickly, struggling to disentangle himself from a yarn ball. In the end, he just dragged it along behind him, trying to look nonchalant as he leaned in the kitchen doorway. "You and Lou, uh…you guys broke up?"
Scorpius nodded slowly, clapping flour off his hands.
Ginny looked between the two, quirking her brow at her son. "I'm sorry, Scorpius. I didn't know."
"It's okay." Scorpius shrugged. "It only just happened."
"When?"
With a long, drawn-out sigh, Scorpius turned to fully face his friend. "On the train. I haven't seen you to be able to tell you."
"Sorry, Mum, I need to talk to Scor alone a minute," Albus snapped, grabbing Scorpius by the arm and pulling him out of the kitchen. His dad was camped out in the sitting room, playing a riveting game of Exploding Snap, so he pulled him away towards his bedroom. By the time the door was closing behind them, Scorpius was chuckling like a giddy schoolgirl, muttering about drama. "You couldn't have written a letter?"
Rolling his eyes, Scorpius pushed Albus back against the door. "Why does it matter so much?" His breath was hot against Albus' face when he leant in to press what felt like a mocking kiss to apple of his cheek.
"Is it because of…you know…?"
"Louis and I want different things," Scorpius whispered with his lips against Albus' ear. "That's all…." Before Albus had a chance to really prepare himself, Scorpius was slipping fingers below his waistband and he'd lost all ability to speak, let alone protest. "I'm sexual…he's not…. That's it, that's all."
That didn't feel like all with Scorpius' fingers wrapped around his cock. Albus gasped, head thunking back against the door as he uttered a final and shaking, "Fuck…."