A Personally Crafted Toy (слэш)

It started so differently than this, though looking back it was clear to see the path to how they'd gotten to that moment. But to Harry, all he could feel was the way it curled like pleasure, pooled like fire, and felt beautiful in the cold shame that would linger in the flush of his skin.
It started so long ago that he can't help but wonder how it had been more than a decade, and only now it was starting to become impossible to ignore.