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Harry's neck tastes like sweat, cinnamon, and the strawberry lip gloss that Hermione wears because she knows Ron can't stop thinking about kissing it off. Well, he's not so picky about how it gets off. Biting, licking, kissing, rubbing, it's all the same to him. Still, she does it on purpose because when he calls her on it, she blushes and changes the subject instead of denying it in that matter-of-fact tone that never fails to make him hard.

Harry's fingers tug on his hair, making him groan and buck forward. His cock slides along the cleft of his Harry's arse, and Ron tightens his hand around Hermione's until she whines. He looks at her over Harry's shoulder and slowly licks the lip gloss from Harry's sweaty neck. Hermione bites her lip and begins to move faster as she bounces up and down on Harry's cock. Her tits looking fucking amazing when she does that, and Ron's distracted for a moment as he watches them move up and down, up and down.

Harry's back arches and he cries out when she rolls her hips in that way. Ron grips Harry tighter, tight enough to bruise because they all know that Harry likes that, likes marking and being marked, owning and being owned. It's why Hermione scratches his chest as she continues to ride him and why Ron bruises his hips as he rubs his cock against his arse.

Harry's moan when he comes starts it all. Hermione gasps and moves faster, focusing until her forehead wrinkles in that adorable way she hates but he and Harry love. Harry's panting between them, riding out his orgasm while he holds Hermione and pulls on Ron's hair. Ron reaches down and rubs her clit, daring her to come before him. She tries to resist, but he knows her body nearly as well as his own, so it doesn't take much. Harry's fingernails in her skin and Ron's thumb on her clit send her over the edge.

Harry's sexy half-smile, tired and sated but determined, makes Ron's cock throb. Hermione's hair brushes against his chest as she licks his nipples, scraping them with her teeth at the same time Harry's mouth closed around his cock. Ron can't last long, not with Harry's sucking and Hermione's nibbling. After, he tastes his come on Harry's tongue and feels those gorgeous tits against his chest as they collapse together in a tangle of limbs, the way it's meant to be.