With whatever lack of experience, whatever they might be doing right or wrong or missing the point, or going a little overboard - it's not as though Albus has any qualms about it.

Everything is so - it's all skin and lips and fingers, here, then there, then there. Everywhere.

He closes his eyes and feels like he's drowning in happiness itself, to be so close to Scorpius, to share this with him. Even if it's not yet mutual.

Not yet.