Buttercream
Author's Note: Originally published on May 13, 2017
"That for me?"
Hermione jumped, not expecting him up so early on his birthday.
"No."
"Someone else turning twenty-three?" Ron asked, holding up the number-shaped candles.
She rolled her eyes and scraped the last of the chocolate buttercream from a bowl into a piping bag.
Ron leaned on the counter and watched her frost the cake, before quickly swiping his finger down the side and sticking it in his mouth.
"Missed a spot."
"Ron!"
He made a second attempt, but she grabbed his wrist.
"Stop."
The minute she turned away, he did it again.
"That's it!"
Hermione threw down the bag and attacked Ron's ribs with her fingers—his most ticklish spot. He squealed and fought her off, but smeared some icing down her neck in the process.
He stared, licking his lips. Before she could react, he bent down and ran his tongue through the mixture, eliciting a gasp.
"My two favourite things," Ron whispered in her ear. "Sweets and you."
He left a wet trail down her neck as he kissed his way down to her chest, her sudden arousal evident through her tank top. He massaged her breast and brushed his thumb lightly over one of her clothed nipples.
Noting her quick response, he pressed himself against her. "Oh, fuck. Want you."
His hand found her hemline and pulled up, freeing her from her shirt and causing her to shiver at the sudden exposure of skin. Ron's hands splayed across her bare back as he took an erect nipple in his mouth.
"Yes, more!"
Ron frantically groped for the decorating bag on the countertop, grasping it and squeezing a generous glob of buttercream on each of her tits.
She groaned as he hungrily sucked and licked her.
"Shite, can't believe I've never thought of doing this before," he mumbled into her flushed pink skin.
"Me, neither," Hermione panted, grinding against him.
Ron slid down to his knees, taking her pyjama bottoms and knickers with him. She stepped out of the garments and kicked them away, before leaning back and resting her leg on his shoulder.
"You're soaked."
"You know how I get... when you play with my tits."
He gave her a wicked grin, before again grabbing the bag and squeezing some frosting around her navel, nipping and tasting her soft skin. When she couldn't take his teasing any longer, she forcefully pulled his head forward, burying his face between her legs.
She held him in place as he ate her out, his tongue lapping at her wetness. She practically screamed as he found her clit and clamped his lips down.
"Ohhh, Ron! I'm going to... going to... Oh fuck!"
As she slumped against the counter to catch her breath, Ron looked up and smirked.
"And to think, it's my birthday."
Hermione glanced down and noticed his hard cock straining against his boxers. It was her turn to lick her lips and stare unabashedly, before picking up the piping bag and motioning him towards their bedroom.
"I'm suddenly famished."