Scorpius has no clue what he's doing. He's never done this before. Not with Albus or anyone, outside his many fantasizes about it, and he's quite scared of screwing it up somehow.

Not that such thoughts are enough to stop him.

One glance at Al, so undone as he is and all from his doing, and Scorpius is feeling particularly pleased with himself.

Sitting back, lower lip caught between his teeth, his fingers tremble, much like Al's had before, as he reaches for the trousers and then there's nothing to do but act.

(He'll worry about any critiques on technique later.)