Scorpius knew very well that Dylan meant to be malicious. There was not a chance that he meant to be sweet. "He's a prick, and right now I want to hex the shit out of him," he confessed with a small smile. "I was never his friend and he was never mine."
Sex was a hard topic for him. It was much easier when he was the virgin and could confess to knowing nothing. "Look, back when we were cursed, there was this time when I was talking to Jamie and we were just lying there, and it was warm and I could have stayed like that for a long time. I'm not about 'I like you now let's go fuck'. I've done it, and it feels great, and I would, but - let's just have some fun for awhile."
He kissed him softly at first, letting it deepen, something they apparently both enjoyed. He pulled back and grinned. "When we have sex, or if, I don't want you to analyze it. I want you to feel it. It's like a mad rush." He wondered for a minute where he had gotten so sensible, but he was growing up, and the difference was being wanted.