Touched [H.S.]

Toy I

Word Count: 4.3k
Kinks: toys, temperature play, brief daddy kink

If you have difficulty imagining what the toy they are using looks like, its called an nJoy Pure Wand Stainless Steel Dildo :)

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Pushing through the door to my apartment, I yanked my jacket off, hanging it up before I dropped my keys in a little bowl on the hall table. I could hear singing coming from the living room down the hall.

Harry must already be home from work. I thought to myself.

Kicking my shoes off, I quietly padded down the hall until I reached the living room. Peering around the corner, I saw Harry sitting on the sectional, his back towards me so that all I could see was the back of his head. He was leaning forward over his guitar as he strummed softly and sang along to the chords.

"Sweet creature, sweet creature. Wherever I go, you bring me home..."

God, his voice was so beautiful. So rich and full of emotion. I closed my eyes, letting the warm tone envelop me for a moment. After a few more seconds, I coughed lightly to make my presence known. Instantly, Harry stopped singing and whipped around.

"Oh, hey babe. I didn't hear you come in." He beamed at me like it was the first time he had seen me in ages, even though it had only been 8 hours. His dimpled smile made my heart feel like it was getting squeezed.

How did he always make me feel so loved?

Walking over, I gave him a quick kiss before plopping down on the opposite side of the sectional.

"What were you singing?" I asked curiously. Whatever it was, it was beautiful.

"Just something I'm still working on. Not sure if it's album material yet. I've been calling it Sweet Creature." Harry grinned at me.

"Oh yeah? What's it about?" I asked, returning his smile.

"Oh, just this girl I know." Harry gazed at me with his soft green eyes for a moment before pulling his guitar strap off and walking the guitar back to its stand. "Anyway, how was your day today, love?" he asked before flopping back down on the couch opposite me.

"Eh. Same old, same old at work." I shrugged. "How about you?"

"It was good. Spent some time in the studio laying down some tracks and then I came home and wrote a bit."

I furrowed my brow slightly as a mischievous look flashed across Harry's face.

"What?" I questioned.

"Well, a package came in the mail today. It was addressed to me so obviously I opened it..." As he spoke, his smile widened slightly.

I didn't know why he was being so weird. He got tons of packages every single day.

"Ok? And what was in the package?"

"I don't know babe. You tell me." Suddenly he hopped off of the couch and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a black box off of the kitchen island. Walking back over to the couch, he handed me the box and sat down next to me.

I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face. I had no idea what he was on about.

"Go on, open it." Harry encouraged, accompanied by an even larger grin.

I slowly opened the box, wondering what in the hell was in it that had him acting so strange. Lifting the lid partway, I caught a glance of chrome-colored metal resting on a pillow of pink satin. Instantly, my heart began pounding in my throat.