Hearing his pleading whimper, Scorpius drew his lips away from Westly's, letting them brush across his jawline as his hands slid down between them. Quickly, he began undoing the younger boy's belt buckle. There was no sense in keeping those silly things on, after all.
Truth be told, Scorpius almost (almost, being the key word) wanted to slow down a bit and enjoy things with the alluring boy who had so suddenly come to entrance him, but then Westly would shift ever so slightly, and the friction would rid him of that thought before it had time to legitimize itself.