Albus attempted to keep a thought in his head for more than a moment. He was failing horribly at it. With each touch it sent any thoughts straight out of his head. Almost forcing him to focus only the fingertips, lips, tongue of Scoripus.
He lifted his hand as they kissed. For a second he rested it right above Scorpius' hip and traced it up his side. Just a little bit more pressure around the fingertips as he did so. Moaning into the kiss as Scorpius' hand moved up his chest. He could feel his shirt start to fall down his sides. It wasn't long until the last button unfastened and it was just hangning off of his shoulders.