Technical difficulties
"Harry," Severus rasped. "What are you doing down there?"
"Er," Harry mumbled, "nothing. Just wait a second, alright? And don't look."
The former flopped onto his back, trailing his fingers through his hair. It had been a long day, and he had wanted nothing more than to go home and have wonderful sex with his lover, who was supposed to be showing him the "surprise" he'd mentioned earlier.
"Harry?"
A mess of black hair popped up over the side of the bed, followed by a guilty grin. He held up an orange dildo and a bottle of lubricant. "Uh, technical difficulties?"