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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Object_Insertion, Humor
  Collections:
      HPFandom
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-08-18 Words: 1568
****** Buttons ******
by Eriador117
Summary
     Written for the hp_wankfest on IJ.
     Prompt: Harry Potter at no. 4 Privet Drive with Snape's buttons.
     Beta'd by Rakina, thanks so much :)
     JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I just play in it from time to time.
Buttons
"Wand, boy," said Uncle Vernon as soon as they were inside the house. It was
the same words every year and just like every other year, Harry relinquished
his wand into the pudgy hand of his uncle. Aunt Petunia pursed her lips in
distaste, as if actually seeing the wand brought home to her how freaky and
strange her nephew was. Vernon opened Harry's trunk and tossed the wand inside
on top of Harry's Quidditch uniform. Harry made a move towards the trunk to get
his school books out, but Vernon was having none of it.
"Oh, no you don't, boy. You won't be having any of that freaky stuff while you
are in our house. Get to your room."
"Yeah, get to your room, freak!" guffawed Dudley as he elbowed Harry in the
shoulder, making Harry stumble.
A month. Only a month more before Harry could get out of this place forever.
Only a month before he saw his lover again. Harry smiled and put his hand in
his pocket; his talisman was still there. The Dursleys were looking at him
warily, probably wondering what he had to smile about.
"Yes, Uncle. I'll be in my room. You can put my dinner through the cat-flap."
"Don't you cheek me, boy!" snarled Vernon, back-handing Harry across the cheek.
"Just for that, you'll get no dinner tonight!"
"I can eat his, Mum, so it won't be wasted."
"That's my little Duddykins!" Petunia gave a teary-eyed smile at her son.
Harry tried his best not to laugh; calling Dudley 'little' was like saying the
Grand Canyon was just a crack in the ground. Unwilling to watch this display of
happy families any further, Harry lifted Hedwig's cage and made his way up to
his room. It was another five minutes before he heard Petunia's light footsteps
in the hall and then the rattle of the chains as she locked him in. Just
another month. Harry could put up with it for another month.
Harry set Hedwig down on his desk and smiled in surprise, Vernon had forgotten
to put the padlock on her cage. At least one of them could escape Privet Drive.
Dusk was falling outside and Hedwig was restless, wanting to go out and hunt.
Harry saw no reason to keep her cooped up any longer. He opened the bedroom
window first – the bars had been renewed in his fifth year of school, but they
were wide enough for Hedwig to fly through – before heading back and letting
her out of her cage.
Harry didn't bother turning on any lights; the orange glow from the streetlamp
outside his window gave enough illumination for him to see what he was doing
and his heart sped up as he felt in his pocket once more. The buttons were
still there, all ten of them tied together with a length of black string. Harry
took them out of his pocket before he undressed down to his boxer shorts and
lay down on his bed, not bothering to climb under the covers. The night was
warm, although the net curtains at his window billowed out in a small breeze
coming from the open window.
Harry caressed each button in turn. They were shiny and black, ten half-spheres
that Severus had given him before Harry had left for the train. "Just something
to remind you of me," Severus had said. Harry grinned to himself; oh they
reminded him of Severus all right, but he wondered how approving his lover
would be if he knew what use Harry was going to put those buttons to!
It was something he'd been meaning to try for ages, after seeing something
similar in one of the twins' magazines. Of course, in the photograph it wasn't
buttons, it was beads on a string, but Harry thought the shape of the buttons
was similar and he wanted to try it. Severus hadn't yet fucked him; he was
saving that for when Harry was finally of age, but they had done plenty of
other things. Harry's toes curled just thinking of some of them. The truth was
though that sometimes Harry craved something in his arse, but up until now
Severus hadn't obliged. Harry didn't want anyone else, he knew the wait would
be worth it in the end, but he needed something to tide him over until his
birthday.
Harry got off the bed and lifted up the loose floorboard and removed the
Vaseline he'd stolen from the Dursleys' bathroom one day last year when he'd
been allowed near it. His heart was thumping in anticipation as he shoved down
his boxers and sat on the bed again. Unscrewing the jar, he realised it was so
sticky that it was bound to stain the bedspread and he didn't want the Dursleys
to wonder about what he'd been doing.
He scooted under the covers then pushed the rest of the blankets and bedspread
down to the foot of the bed so that he was lying on the fitted sheet. Harry was
the one who did the washing, so the Dursleys need never know. They never came
into his room any more, much to Harry's relief.
Harry dipped his index finger in the Vaseline and spread it liberally around
and inside his arse; his cock was hard already with the knowledge of what he
was about to do. Once he'd done that, he could feel some of gel oozing back
out, so he guessed there was enough for the moment. He lifted up the chain of
buttons and smeared each one with lots of Vaseline, not wanting it to hurt. It
was messy; his hand and the bed were covered in sticky smears of it, but that
only added to his excitement. Coming was messy too and Harry could hardly wait
for that to happen.
Harry shifted his hips and started pushing the first button inside his arse. It
didn't hurt, but it was awfully odd. The buttons slid in easily, as he'd used
so much lubrication; the trouble would be preventing them from sliding out
again so easily! He clenched his muscles around them and groaned as a jolt of
sensation shot throughout his whole body. He pushed nine of the buttons inside,
but kept the last one as a handle to pull the rest out later. Imagine if they
got stuck in there and he had to go to Madam Pomfrey!
Once the buttons were in place, Harry squeezed his arse again, loving the
fullness of having something inside him. "Severus," he whispered, imagining
that his lover was finally inside him. His cock was dripping precome onto his
chest and abdomen and Harry at last gave into the urge to touch it. He loved
wanking; loved the feel of his cock in hand – all the unique bumps and ridges
and the vein on the underside that made him twitch with need every time he
touched it.
Oh, he loved Severus touching him; but sometimes Harry just wanted to play with
himself because it felt good and he didn't have to worry about whether or not
the other person was enjoying it too. Now, he only had himself to please and he
was going to make the most of it.
Harry smeared the precome around the shaft and began stroking with one hand
while with the other he massaged his balls and thought of Severus watching him
with Severus' buttons in his arse.
The sensation of being filled and stroking at the same time was new and made
Harry even more aroused. His hips arched and thrusted in time with his strokes
and as he neared orgasm, Harry squeezed harder around the buttons inside him.
It was too good to stop and almost too good to continue. If he kept this up he
would be coming much sooner than he anticipated. He slowed down his hand, just
caressing his cock now as he kept himself on the edge for a few moments longer.
His toes curled against the bed and his thighs and abdomen were quivering with
the effort of trying not to come.
Harry wanted to scream as his climax neared, used to vocalising his pleasure in
Severus' silenced and warded dungeons, but he wasn't there now. He was in
Privet Drive and the Dursleys would surely come running if he started yelling.
Harry turned around and laid full length along the mattress, his cock pressed
to the bed beneath him, burying his face in the pillow. It took very few more
thrusts before he was soaking the bed as his cock spurted, so wet and hot
beneath him and he muffled the groans in his pillow. His arse clenched
automatically and feeling the fullness of the buttons pressing inside him had
him almost shooting into orbit as the orgasm went on and on; his cock throbbing
and pulsing as it released its load.
"Fuck!" Harry whispered to the cotton pillowcase as aftershocks left him
trembling for minutes after he'd finished coming. He managed to kneel up on the
bed and looked down at the pool of semen where he'd just been lying. Harry
trailed a finger through it and brought it to his mouth, savouring the taste.
He tugged on the button dangling from his arse and very carefully removed the
rest of them.
He wondered if next time he could invite Severus to watch.
THE END
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