Prompt: Kink

Title: Licking you, licking me.

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I´m just playing and enjoying with them.

A/N: This drabble is really, really, bad and I´m not proud of it at all. But it wouldn´t be honorable not to post it just because it got the lowest score in the challenge. Next will be better ;)

Hermione felt Ron's eyes roaming her body during dinner; it was like being gradually undressed. His hand caressing her thigh under the table wasn't helping her increasing blush at all. When he wasn't rubbing her leg, he insisted on rubbing her scalp, which transformed her in a mass of erogenous nerves ready to spontaneously combust at any minute while she offered Bailey's Cream to his family with the straightest of faces.

Ron knew the way to her heart- and to her snickers- so damm well.

That move always got to her.

He caressed her neck knowing the girl had to make an effort to suppress a moan. In fact, he was aware that the present audience was the only reason she hadn't reacted to her instincts and shifted her face to lick his fingers so he could continue with his assault down her body. The wet thing was their thing.

She loved when he massaged her with something damp; it could be oil, cream, or just a mix of tongue and lips. The moisture created by their bodies drove her wild beyond measure, which in turn drove him doubly insane.

Looking at the Bailey's Cream his girlfriend was serving, Ron spotted the perfect ingredient for brewing a screaming shag. It was creamy, oily, and –Holy Merlin- if he willingly wouldn't add his mouth to the combination.

He had managed to extricate her from the table without any suspicion –or at least he believed so- dragging her upstairs while maneuvering four flights of stairs with a slice of dessert in one hand and a genuinely aroused Hermione in the other.

Now, she lay on his old bed biting her lip and stroking the bulge of his pants with a playful foot.

"Turn around," his voice was barely above a whisper but the authority in it filled her with delicious goose bumps. "You´re going to like this very much."

Ron undid the zip of her summer dress with careful slowness, enjoying every bit of smooth flesh appearing before him. He then bunched the fabric around her waist, leaving her bum covered.

Her breath hitched when her bare breasts touched the sheets, and Hermione felt herself melt when her underwear disappeared with his husky Evanesco.

He couldn't avoid a groan while spreading the cream over her shoulder blades and feeling her body tense at his touch. Discarding his clothing, Ron positioned himself over her, encircling both of her aching nipples in his hands and twisting them with abandon.

She whimpered loudly at feeling so much at once. The sweet licks over her back were in perfect synchrony with the thrusts inside her depths. Their cries started to increase alongside with their movements and, in mere minutes, they were both reduced to panting forms tangled on the bed.

Gasping for air, Hermione smiled wickedly and murmured, "My turn. Lay down, Weasley".

Ron smirked. "You are so commanding".

"I'm not commanding! I'm just… intense."

"Truer words have never been spoken, love."