It seemed that Albus didn't have to actually get the words out to protest about the back of his head landing in the plate. Scorpius seemed to know what he wanted and the plate was moved from the bed to the table. Although the smell of sweetness still lingered due to the whipped cream in his hair.
He could feel Scorpius' pleasure even through the fabric of both their jeans. The touches and attention had him moaning and writhing beneath his best mate. It only took a few more seconds before he was completely aroused.
His hands traced down Scorpius' back. He stopped at Scoripus' hips and he squeezed lightly as he moaned.