Who knows how long it'll last, indeed!

Albus' eyes, the same brilliant green ones his dad and his grandmum have, flick back up towards the door, just to make sure it's firmly closed.

And then he glances back in Scorpius' direction.

"Mm. Naughty first, and then we'll look for the deck," he says, sitting up on his knees. Albus leans in and kisses him, letting go of his hand to clutch at the hem of his shirt. He doesn't make any move to do anything further than that, as they've never done anything more yet.