The second finger kind of hurt. Albus winced a bit, then slowly rocked his hips back against the finger. If he didn't move, he wouldn't get used to the feeling. He bit at his bottom lip, opening his eyes to look at Scorpius.
"You make me feel good." Albus promised him, moving his hips again. "It's okay." He whispered. "You can move."
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