Scorpius hadn't thought about dry clothes for Hugo to change into. He should have, shouldn't he? But he rather liked the redhead without clothes. Something made him want to touch each freckle. To see every bit of skin. He didn't know why he'd been so chaste before when there was so much he wanted to do to Hugo.
"I'm touching you," he said against Hugo's lips. "Do you have a problem with that?" He asked before dropping his head down to kiss and graze his teeth against Hugo's neck. "I could stop," Scorpius murmured, because he knew he ought to suggest it even if he didn't want to.