"Al—stop, we can't," Scorpius protested as Albus sunk to his knees in front of him. "Your family's just outside."
"Then keep quiet," Albus replied as he undid Scorpius's flies.
"But it's your birthday. I should be the one—"
"Exactly," Albus interrupted, before tugging down Scorpius's pants and revealing his hard cock. "It's my birthday, and I'll damn well blow you if I want to! Stop whinging and let me get my mouth on you."
"Then keep quiet," Albus replied as he undid Scorpius's flies.
"But it's your birthday. I should be the one—"
"Exactly," Albus interrupted, before tugging down Scorpius's pants and revealing his hard cock. "It's my birthday, and I'll damn well blow you if I want to! Stop whinging and let me get my mouth on you."
"Yeah, yeah, okay," Scorpius breathed, shuddering as Albus's hot, wet mouth enveloped him.
Far be it for Scorpius to go against the birthday boy's wishes.