Title: A Few Of My Favorite Things [Harry/Ron/Hermione]
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for girl cooties.
Summary: Harry likes spring.
A/N: Written for the Pornish_Pixies 1000 Watchers celebration.
Harry dusted the last crumbs of his sandwich off his
hands and lay back in the grass with a sigh of contentment.
"You know what I like most about spring?" he said.
Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance over top of him. Ron smirked and
crooked a finger, and Hermione leaned over Harry to have her ear
whispered in, her thigh pressing down the grass next to Harry's cheek
right where her skirt was bunched up underneath her.
She gave a little squeak of surprise when Harry
tilted his head just a bit to lick the outside of her thigh, nudging
her hem up even higher with his tongue. Hermione sighed and leaned in
more when Harry rolled a little to the side to nibble her skin in
earnest. Taking advantage of her slightly parted lips, Ron reached up
to hold her chin before kissing her. Hermione responded to the soft
swipe of his tongue by sucking it into her mouth.
Rolling completely onto his side, Harry was working
his tongue up the side of Hermione's thigh steadily and had slipped one
hand up the side of her other thigh underneath her skirt. He brushed
the skin just underneath the elastic of her panties with his fingertips
and Hermione bit down on Ron's tongue unexpectedly.
"Ow!" Ron pulled away, and Hermione's giggles turned
to a moan as Harry worked fingers and tongue up even higher. Smiling
placatingly, Hermione reached over with one hand to tug Ron's
zipper out of the way and slipped a hand inside, massaging his swelling
erection through his underwear.
Leaning down to whisper something in Harry's ear,
Hermione wriggled out from underneath him and crawled towards Ron on
hands and knees. Ron leaned back onto his elbows and watched her cross
the few feet of space that separated them. He lifted his hips
obligingly when Hermione tugged his jeans and underwear out of way,
swallowing when Hermione licked her lips deliberately before taking him
into her mouth.
What really made his breath catch though, was the
sight of Harry coming up behind Hermione, jeans already undone and
stroking himself to full hardness. Harry met Ron's eyes as he pushed
Hermione's skirt up over her arse and tugged her panties to the side
before positioning himself at her entrance. At Harry's wordless nod,
they both thrust into Hermione, and the vibration of Hermione's moan
went right to Ron's balls.
Ron fell to his back so he could tangle fingers into
Hermione's hair, tugging her head into the rhythm he liked, he lifted
his head just enough to see Harry's fingers digging into Hermione's
thighs as he pounded into her roughly, eyes squeezed shut and head
thrown back. Hermione's whimpers were massaging his entire shaft as
tongue and lips sucked Ron in deeper, and then she caught the perfect
angle and Ron felt his head bump the back of her throat. Arching off
the ground, Ron let his head thump back onto the grass as he came, the
flex of Hermione's throat milking him until he thought he might pass
out.
His body was still humming when he heard Harry groan
his release, and opened his eyes to see Harry gasping for air against
Hermione's back. Hermione ground against Ron's leg, the heat soaking
even through the denim, and when she moaned "god, Ron, please," Ron
quirked an eyebrow at Harry and got a wink in return.
Together they rolled Hermione off Ron and onto her
back in the grass, Ron scootching down until his face was even with
Harry's right above Hermione's crotch. Her skirt was still bunched
around her waist, and when she spread her legs it the skin between them
was flushed and slick. Harry and Ron lowered their heads at the same
time to press their mouths against Hermione, sharing a sloppy open
mouth kiss, tongues twining with each other as they circled Hermione's
clitoris. Ron tasted Harry thickly over Hermione's usual flavor and
pressed against her harder, licking as though it was the best thing
he'd ever tasted.
Harry caught at Ron's hand and brought it up near
their lips, sliding two of Ron's fingers into Hermione along with his
own, both of them gasping at how wet and hot she was, but Hermione's
desperate moans drowned both of them out.
She arched suddenly, thrusting wildly against Ron
and Harry's tongues and fingers, and Ron moaned as well at the feel of
her body convulsing from the inside out, twisting his fingers together
with Harry's. Harry kissed Ron again, slowly, thoroughly, as Hermione
went limp beneath them, and Ron thought that the only thing that might
be better than Harry's taste on Hermione's lips was Hermione's on
Harry's.
"I like that a lot too, Harry," Hermione said after
a few moments. "But it's hardly seasonal." Harry gave Ron a wink as he
settled his cheek on Hermione's thigh as a pillow.
"I was going to say daffodils, actually."
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