Chocolate Cake - shocolate's birthday fic with art by reallycorking

shocolate

Chocolate Cake

Harry came home from his public birthday celebration and shrugged off his formal robes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He undid his belt and ripped it out of the loops in his trousers, leather cracking in the air, and that too fell to the floor. He kicked off his smart shoes, both of them banging against the wall, and padded down the hall as he wrestled with his tie.

“Can I have my proper birthday now?” he called out, petulantly. “My fun, naked, scandalous birthday?”

He pulled the loosened tie over his head, getting it stuck around his ears momentarily, and hung it around a happily twittering Pig’s neck.

“Hello? Scandalous birthday fun, where are you?”

Harry took the silence to mean Hermione wasn’t at home and went in search of Ron as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“We’re starting without her right? She’ll join us later. We’ll be romping now won’t we? Ron?”

Harry stepped into the living room, ripping his shirt open and puffing it out like the men on the front of Aunt Petunia’s Mills and Boone novels and froze.

Ron was on his knees in front of the fireplace, whole upper body swallowed up in green flames, and perfectly sculpted denim-clad arse wriggling around before Harry. If there had been a bow on it, he would have been sure that it was his present.

Harry stood and smiled, watching the round curve of Ron’s posterior and enjoyed how the tight jeans were almost moulded around the firmly toned muscles. He heard himself sigh and then chuckled. Ron’s body went stiff and he turned his head halfway out of the flames to look over his shoulder and winced at the sight of the birthday boy.

“Sorry, weren’t you ready for me yet?” Harry cringed.

Ron gave a shrug of resignation before moving his hands out of the flames and rubbing then together in a circular clapping motion and then tugged at an imaginary lock of hair.

Happy Birthday!

Harry smiled and pointed back into the flames.

“Finish your conversation and I’ll...pick my buttons up off the floor.”

Ron’s shoulders shook with silent laughter and he turned back to lean into the flames again. Ron needed to be waist deep in the fire for Floo calls. He had to have both hands free to sign to whoever he was talking to due to the irreparable damage to his vocal chords.

Harry used to look upon the scar across Ron’s throat as a reminder of the awful thing that had happened to him that day, but now, for a long time now, the horizontal scar was something erotic for both of them. Everything to do with their relationship had begun with a kiss to that scar.

After a brief and intense affair ended with Hermione catching Harry out as he watched Ron sleep, she proved herself to be more incredible than either of them gave her credit for and opted to join them rather than lose them. The three of them were a very happy couple.

Glancing around the place he could see that Ron had at least made an effort to tidy up for the ‘special day’. He laughed to himself. Why was he making such a big deal out of his birthday sex when it wasn’t exactly as if he only got laid once a year? Ron was as highly sexed as a rabbit surrounded by pornographic carrots and Hermione was as horny as a woman with her own freckled sex machine... because that’s what she was!

Harry felt privileged to be able to share Ron with Hermione, it wouldn’t have been right to make Ron choose one of them over the other and, to be fair, it was just as much fun to watch Ron cavort than to be the one he was cavorting with.

Harry was smiling even wider to himself as Ron withdrew from the fireplace and got up, dusting himself off as he did, and frowned at his lover’s dopey expression. He twirled his upturned fingers on either side of his head and shrugged.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about you cavorting.”

Ron raised an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest.

“You should cavort more,” Harry teased as he approached the tall redhead, “and frolic too, will you frolic for me... for my birthday?”

Harry pouted and fluttered his eyelashes and Ron put him in a head lock and wrestled him to the floor. Harry cackled and rolled over, gripping Ron’s slender body between his thighs, and fumbled with the buttons of his crumpled white shirt.

“Look at you attempting to be smart for me on my birthday. I appreciate it and everything but I really do prefer what you’ve got on underneath.”

Ron slapped at Harry’s busy hands and then waggled his finger in his face, trying and failing to look stern and authoritative.

Ron held his hand in front of his face and wriggled his fingers down from his nose before waving at Harry and shaking his head.

“I’m old enough thank you very much!” Harry huffed in response to Ron’s query. “And if you’re insinuating that I’m immature then that’s bloody rich coming from you y’know?”

Ron gave a sarcastic nod of the head as he stroked underneath his chin and patted Harry on his chest.

“I am manly!” Harry exclaimed in a way that made his voice all squeaky and decidedly un-manly.

Ron looked very smug. Harry growled at him. Ron’s eyes, Ron’s ‘why aren’t you in bed with me right now?’ eyes, were travelling over Harry’s chest. The chest hair fairy had been a touch stingy when she passed by Harry on the day puberty struck. He got to his feet and hauled Harry up with him, examining Harry’s torn shirt and rolling his eyes.

“Well, I saw your arse bent over before me and I couldn’t help myself,” Harry said with a smirk.

Ron stepped forward and slid his large hands beneath the loose cotton and against the firm, yet supple, skin at Harry’s waist. He lowered his head to brush their lips together, and Harry was soon curling his arms around Ron’s neck, pulling him down as he pulled himself up to deepen the kiss.

They tasted each other as if sampling something they knew was going to be very hot, very sweet, and mind bogglingly more-ish. They parted a little way and licked their lips, tongues lightly ghosting against the other’s, just a breath away, before sinking into each other for more of the same.

It started with a sip, then a gulp, and soon they were guzzling. The two wizards drank each other in as if downing a pint of butterbeer in one. Hands tousled hair, hips pressed together and noses clashed and clashed again, neither of them really caring.

Harry sank his fingers into Ron’s buttocks, and Ron bit Harry’s bottom lip, decadently.

“You are so fucking sexy,” Harry moaned.

Ron nodded and then smiled as Harry shoved him in the chest.

“Modest as ever,” he huffed, “so when can I have my birthday bumps?”

Harry had been looking forward to his birthday ‘bumps’ for quite some time and didn’t think he was going to be able to wait much longer, trousers already threatening to burst at the seams with the force of his determined stiffy.

Ron stroked one palm across the other and then put his hand over his heart.

“Is she going to be here soon?” Harry whined, wanting to open his present now.

Ron nodded and waved a hand at the fireplace. He then held his hand in front of him and hit the side of it from above with the other, repeatedly. Harry nodded and Ron moved his hands past each other vertically, as if he was clashing a pair of symbols together, and then waved with the hand moving upwards before rubbing his thumb and finger together.

“How soon is soon, Ron? You know her, when Hermione says she’ll be leaving work soon that could mean ‘anytime today’.” Harry sulked.

Ron patted Harry on the head condescendingly and Harry slapped his hand away.

“Oh gerroff!”

Ron was laughing at him before he caught sight of himself in the mirror and huffed, grumpily at his own mussed up hair.

Setting about the copper locks with his fingers, as if they were wide tooth combs, he listened to Harry complain about the birthday duties of a ‘hero’. A couple of times Ron rolled his eyes, once on hearing about the bureaucrats all vying for a photo opportunity with the star attraction of the day, and the second time because Harry was bemoaning all the anonymous gifts and sexual favours he had been offered that afternoon.

Ron wiped a non-existent tear from his eye and Harry looked embarrassed for having complained about people being nice to him.

“Well, I know I sound ungrateful but it’s my birthday and all I want, just once, is to stay at home with my boyfriend and his girlfriend and have a nice kinky three-way over some birthday cake. Maybe blow your candle while I’m at it... make a wish and all that birthday stuff.”

Ron looked down at his groin and then up at Harry, blinking in a startled manner. He pointed at Harry and shook his head vigorously before making a flicking motion against his groin and then pointing at the bulge in his temptingly tight jeans.

“No, Ron, I don’t mean I want to stick a candle on your penis!” Harry huffed before laughing.

Ron waved a finger, a very severe expression on his face to accompany the gesture, at Harry.

“I get cake though, right?” Harry asked hopefully.

Ron pretended he hadn’t heard him.

“I get a birthday cake, yeah?” he repeated.

Ron tilted his head to one side and looked up at the ceiling, thoughtfully, before raising his fist, thumb and little finger extended on either side and rocked it like a see-saw.

“What d’you mean ‘possibly’?” Harry exclaimed.

Ron jabbed himself in the chest and repeated the sign with his rocking fist.

“Well, is it possible that it might possibly be arriving with Hermione?” Harry ventured.

Again, infuriatingly, Ron extended thumb and little finger from his fist and rocked it with a smirk on his face.

“You,” Harry said, with as much dignity a man throwing a tantrum with a torn open shirt could muster, “are a git!”

Ron jabbed himself in the chest with his finger and then moved his hand across his face, fingers fanning himself, before clawing his fingers in a walking motion and prowling towards Harry.

“Yeah, that’s Hermione’s turn on, not mine,” Harry snorted. “I don’t need a hot Gryffindor lion, I just need a naked scrawny weasel!”

Ron bumped his chest up against Harry’s and was just pushing the ripped shirt off his shoulders when the fireplace exploded into green flames and Hermione staggered out carrying a large white box. She shook the soot from her hair and then noticed Ron in the process of undressing Harry and gave a tut.

“Honestly, Ron, you couldn’t keep your hands off him for five minutes? I told you I was on my way.”

Ron looked aghast as he pointed at Harry and gesticulated wildly that Harry was the one who was impatient, but Harry simply shook his head and sighed before holding his raged shirt out to Hermione.

“And look what he did to my shirt.”

Hermione looked from the torn cotton to Ron and let out a huff of resignation. Ron was still flailing with protestations that he’d been set up and Harry wasn’t as innocent as he made out, but Hermione was walking to the kitchen with her white cardboards box and couldn’t see his signs.

Harry taunted Ron with a mischievous little victory jig, Ron was always sexier when he was slightly pissed off, and Ron narrowed his eyes and jiggled his thumb and forefinger underneath his chin.

“Yes, I am funny aren’t I?” Harry beamed.

Ron pointed at Harry and made a gripping motion toward himself with both hands. Harry felt his dick twitch in his trousers. Ron hit himself on the chest and then beat his clasped left hand down on his right palm.

You’re mine now and I’m gonna punish you!

Hermione walked back into the living room, having taken off her cloak, and set down her box and gave Harry a warm hug.

“Happy birthday, Harry.” She smiled as he returned the hug in such a way that put her between him and Ron.

“Protect me, Hermione, he’s being threatening,” Harry said, biting his lip, his eyes alight with excitement.

“Really, Ron?” Hermione asked with an arched eyebrow and a slight smirk. “Are you really being nasty to the birthday boy?”

Ron nodded proudly and held up three fingers together; the middle, ring and littlest finger and moved his arm down until it was at a right angle with his waist.

“Wonderful!” Hermione beamed, clapping her hands together. “Now that you’re all predatory and Harry’s already half naked, I think we can get the proceedings started.”

“I love it when she’s official about sex.” Harry chuckled as Hermione turned to head back to the kitchen, a bounce in her step.

Ron scrunched up his face and made a loose ‘C’ shape with his hand and flopping it forwards and downwards before locking both open hands together between thumb and fingers in a repetitive banging motion.

“Like hell you can’t be bothered with sex!” Harry blurted, “It’s my birthday and you owe me extra special sex.”

Ron pretended to ponder this notion for a moment before shaking his head in a carefree manner. He struck his left thumb nail with the ball of his right thumb twice while slightly raising his left hand at the same time. Then he pointed to his temple and away sharply.

“Better?” Harry almost spat at the notion that Ron could think of something better to do as a birthday treat than sex. “What the bloody hell do you mean you have a better idea? What in the world could possibly be better than the three of us having sex with each other until we pass out?”

Ron’s eyes got that lust-filled look in them and he lifted his hands and signed to Harry.

He bobbed his hand up and down in front of him, brushing against his chin, thumb and forefinger curled into a ‘C’ shape. He then clawed his right hand and tapped his fingertips onto the back of his left hand.

Harry gulped.

Hermione walked back into the room carrying a huge, creamy, chocolate cake with ‘Happy Birthday Harry’ written on the top and three candles burning brightly.

“There’s one candle for each of us and enough cake for two of us,” she said as she glanced at Ron and shared a conspiratorial grin.

“Enou...Two...Wha?” Harry said as he gaped at the gigantic cake. “There’s enough for everyone I’ve ever met in my life!”

Ron poked him in the ribs and raised both his eyebrows.

“Ok, I’ll admit, Ron, could polish it off in a marathon cake eating extravaganza but come on,” Harry said as he approached the cake and felt his mouth fill up with saliva, “this is a three person job, at least!”

“Nobody’s arguing with you there, Harry,” Hermione said, sounding unusually devious for her.

Ron dragged his finger along the side of the cake, scooping up a load of white cream dusted with bitter coco powder and plunging it into his mouth. He smiled at Harry as he sucked upon his finger and withdrew it so slowly that it was barely moving. Ron’s top lip rippled over the ridges of his knuckle and his skin glistened in the flickering light of the candle.

Harry didn’t mean to lean forward with his mouth hanging open and tongue creeping out, but he was doing exactly that. Ron looked exceedingly pleased with himself and Hermione giggled.

“I think Harry’s going to need a little something in order to survive the two of us eating this cake, love,” Hermione said as she leaned over the cake and scooped up a dark chocolate shaving from the peak of one of the swirls of fresh chocolate cream with her tongue.

Ron reached behind him and grabbed his wand from the bowl of Floo powder, a strange little habit of his that made no sense if done by anybody else, but seemed to be perfectly sensible for Ron and flicked it towards the kitchen.

Ron and his non-verbal magic, he was the greatest non-verbal wizard in the world and maybe even ever, it really turned Harry on to see him do his stuff. A bottle of Firewhisky flew through the air and Ron caught it, left-handed, and tossed it to Harry.

“You get chocolate cake and I get Firewhisky? Can’t we share?” Harry asked, feeling excited and curious.

Ron eyed the cake and then eyed Harry’s bare chest before moving his hands up and down in front of himself and moving them in a fluttering motion then, looking him in the eye, he curled the fingers of his left hand around the little finger of his right and pulled the little finger out sharply.

Harry looked at the Firewhisky and then back at Ron’s beautiful, expressive hands.

Ron moved his slightly cupped hand across his face and then made a throwing movement with it before splaying his fingers and pulling his hand away from his chest. Finally he waved his hand from left to right over his open palm.

“What d’ya mean I don’t have the stones to share with you?”

Ron pointed at Harry and then dragged his thumb down his breast bone before balling his hands into fists and making a gesture of strength with his arms.

“Dutch courage, eh?” Harry said sceptically. “What are you and Hermione planning to do with that cake that’s going to need a whole bottle of courage?”

Ron and Hermione smiled broadly.

Ron waved his hand between himself and Hermione and then pointed at his mouth before moving his finger away from his lips as he advanced on Harry and dragging it slowly down the wizard’s naked torso.

Harry quivered al over and exclaimed breathlessly into Ron’s face, “Oh wow!”

Ron licked his lips and Hermione carried the large chocolate cake into their bedroom. He didn’t know whether to say thank you, snog their brains out, or hump their legs like an excitable puppy dog. Ron solved his dilemma by taping the side of the Firewhisky bottle and then taking a step back.

Harry pulled the cork out of the bottle with his teeth and spat it out. As it bounced along the floorboards, Harry lifted the neck of the bottle to his lips and drank deeply. He was filled with heat and relaxation, and also a fair amount of bravado and smacked his lips after he swallowed.

“I expect the two of you to clean your plate, y’know?” Harry said, voice raw from the satisfying burn of the liquid.

Ron lifted Harry’s chin with one finger and looked him in the eye with those intense bedroom eyes of his. Harry tried to rise up on tiptoes for a kiss, but Ron stepped back and dropped his hand away from Harry. He looked down at Harry’s tented trousers and sighed, shaking his head before making a plucking motion with fingers and thumbs at his shoulders and drawing both hands down his body.

“You want me naked?” Harry asked, feeling both desired and desirable as he took another gulp of the Firewhisky.

Ron nodded and then rubbed his hands over his body in tight circles.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Harry nodded, setting the bottle down to have both hands free to remove his trousers. “These do tend to get in the way of passion don’t they?”

Ron nodded and Harry eyed his lover’s rumpled clothes.

“They get in the way of gorging yourself on chocolate cake too, y’know? Why don’t you strip for me as well?”

As Harry pushed his trousers down over his thighs and stepped out of them, Hermione wandered back into the living room from the bedroom door and pushed her flat palms around Ron’s chest from behind him.

“Come now, Harry, you know how I like to be the one to undress him,” she said as she pulled Ron’s body back into hers and crushed her bosoms against his back.

Ron smiled and let his head fall back a little way. Hermione’s fingers found the buttons of Ron’s shirt and set about them blindly, but very efficiently, while Harry watched with hungry eyes.

Slowly, she let her hands glide up caressing Ron’s chest along the way. Ron had more chest hair than Harry, but, being so fair, it didn’t really look like he had any at all. Hermione tugged gently at the light copper hairs between her fingers before her hands smoothed their way past Ron’s scarred throat and eased the loose cotton shirt off Ron’s round, freckled shoulders.

Harry couldn’t help himself.

While Hermione was pulling the shirt down behind Ron, pinning back his arms in the sleeves, Harry dove for Ron’s exposed and erotically flexed neck. He kissed along Ron’s collarbone, as far as he could reach without standing on tiptoes, and then rose up to lick and nibble along Ron’s scar.

Ron let out an exhalation of satisfaction, and Hermione started kissing the deep indentation between his shoulder blades as the shirt sleeves bunched around Ron’s wrists. He had to roll his shoulders and wriggle a bit to shake himself free of his typically scruffy attempt to dress up for the occasion.

“Harry,” Hermione said, voice like velvet, smooth in one way and rough in another, “get onto the bed now!”

Harry stepped back but his arms were still outstretched, hands touching Ron’s body, and he seemed reluctant to walk away from them, but eager to get the next stage of his birthday treat started.

“You’re coming with me,” Harry said the words meaning them to be a question, but his vocal inflection let them know it wasn’t a query but a fact.

“Just as soon as I pry this firm little rump out of these painfully tight jeans, yes,” Hermione said as she worked on Ron’s fly and sank her thumbs beneath the waistband of the tatty blue denim.

“Do it in there,” Harry said, nodding towards the bedroom. “I wanna watch. He wriggles like an eel when he tries to get out of those.”

“Lay on the bed and we’ll be right behind you.” Hermione smiled as Ron began to gyrate his hips to assist with the removal of his jeans.

Harry walked backwards into the bedroom, watching as Hermione pushed the jeans over the curve of Ron’s arse. It was quite a struggle between woman and denim but soon the pert little arse sprang free and the jeans were bunched further and further down Ron’s legs until they peeled away completely and he could step out of them.

As ever, typical of his Ron, the socks were already removed. Ron had this funny little issue with the removal of trousers while still wearing socks. He’d chastised Harry over it many a time. He had to admit, Harry thought, that he had a good point.

He also had great feet!

“Get on the bed,” Hermione ordered as she steered Ron through the bedroom doorway and inside.

Harry was in such a hurry to comply that he fell over backwards onto the king size mattress. Hermione laughed as she set down the cake and Ron cast him a resigned glance knowing that Harry never had been graceful when he was horny, before setting about Hermione’s clothing with his large hands.

First her top was un-tucked and pulled over her head. Her hair fell in a wild curtain of golden brown around her bare shoulders. A wispy couple of locks hung in her eyes and she tossed her head back and blew them out of her face.

Harry shuffled up the bed to lean back against the pile of pillows resting at the headboard and watched as Ron let his feather-light fingertips caress her all the way down the sides of her body. Past her ribs and following the curve in at the waist and out at the hips, Ron’s eyes moved in time with his hands until he was unzipping her skirt and helping her slip it down and step out of it.

She was wearing stockings!

Hermione was not a stockings wearing type of woman.

Hermione was a ‘How on earth did I get ink there?’ type of woman.

Harry swallowed and Ron kissed her neck and ran his hands over the midnight blue satin knickers that clung to her bottom.

Ron pulled his hands away, with obvious reluctance, and held them before him. His left hand was being held as if expecting a handshake. He moved the flat of his right palm up to the ball of the left thumb. He nodded from Hermione to Harry on the bed and Hermione grinned at him.

“I think we can take this one at the same time, don’t you?”

Ron’s lips were stretched into a wide smile and he nodded. Turning to Harry he jabbed his thumb in Hermione’s direction and then gave a questioning shrug as he plucked at his shoulders and then dragged the pinched fingers and thumbs down his body.

“Actually,” Harry said, in response to Ron asking him if he wanted Hermione naked, “I quite like how she looks as she is.”

Ron puffed out his chest, apparently proud that Harry thought the same way he did and that his girlfriend was looking so bloody sexy in her underwear.

“Well, lay back, Harry,” Hermione said as she picked up the cake once again and Ron crawled onto the bed and straddled Harry about the waist. “I’m about to dish up!”

Harry, always slow on the uptake when it came to Ron and Hermione plotting together, suddenly realised what he was in for and why he wasn’t going to get to eat a single bite of his own birthday cake.

And he didn’t feel the least bit hard done by.

He just felt hard.

Hermione sat on the edge of the bed and scooped up a dollop of cream with her index finger. She moved it towards Harry’s mouth and he opened up and reached forward for it, but she pulled it back and tutted disapprovingly.

“No, no, no, Harry, I told you this isn’t for you,” she said before smearing the cream over Harry’s lips and then turning to Ron with a smile. “This is for us.”

Ron leaned over Harry’s body and planted a hand on either side of his head to support himself.

“Fancy a taste, Ron?” Hermione asked as the large blue eyes grew in size and dark black pupils dilated with desire.

Ron nodded and lowered himself down, elbows bending and neck craning towards Harry’s head on the pillow. Harry’s breathing picked up speed and he watched as the silent wizard hovering above him descended upon the creamy lips and sucked them clean.

Harry puckered and pressed into Ron’s mouth, making sure every last smidgen of the cream was transferred before lunging up to kiss him desperately. Harry moaned and signed into Ron’s mouth, the creamy tongue fighting with his like a pair of eels crammed into a jam jar, and soon his hands were wandering over Ron’s body.

Ron tore himself away from their kiss and grabbed Harry by the wrists, slamming them down above Harry’s head on the pillow, and loomed over the panting birthday boy like a sexually charged (and chocolate cake deprived) predator.

“What?” Harry struggled with blissful frustration. “So I’m not allowed to eat or touch, how is that fair? It’s my birthday!”

Ron looked over at Hermione and then nodded down at Harry’s wriggling form.

“Where?” Hermione whispered, getting as turned on as she always did when she was watching her boys get physical with each other.

Ron lifted his chin, exposing his throat, and then angled his head so he was presenting his taut jugular to her. Hermione smiled and nodded before scraping off a lump of chocolate, creamy and moist, light sponge from the side of the cake and smearing it down one side of Harry’s neck.

“Oh wow,” Harry gasped in anticipation, cock almost aching to be touched by Ron’s body.

Ron was an evil genius. He had distributed his body weight so none of it fell upon the places Harry was internally screaming to be touched and pinning down all the areas he desperately wanted to be able to move. His hips were forced down into the mattress by Ron’s clutching thighs, so he couldn’t lift himself up and rub against Ron. Ron’s shins and feet pressed down upon Harry’s legs, so he wasn’t able to get any purchase or even kick out in fits of passion.

Ron kept a loose grip on Harry’s wrists as he began feasting on his neck.

The full soft lips pressed into the cake smeared skin, and a hot red tongue dragged against the pulse point. Ron sucked on crumbled sponge, rich black cherry jam, and intensely rich chocolate cream mingling with fluffy white whipped cream swirls. Lapped at the sticky sweet skin and Harry arched his back and bit hard on his bottom lip, his need to be attended to much lower down conflicting with his enjoyment of Ron’s mouth at his neck.

Ron gorged himself on Harry while Hermione rolled a chocolate shaving between her finger and thumb to melt it and then set about drawing patterns around Harry’s shoulder with it. Harry cried out in strained ecstasy and thrashed beneath Ron to free his hips and thrust up into the naked body above him.

“Oh God, Ron, please!” Harry whimpered, eyes closing and jaw clenching as Ron wolfed down the last of the chocolate cream from the side of Harry’s neck with fervour.

Ron licked his lips, looked down at Harry and then kissed him deeply, the aroused wizard groaning into his mouth as he grappled with the sweet tongue and tried in vain to rock his hips away from the mattress and into Ron’s body. It was torture, being touched so intimately by a naked Ron but not being able to gratify his hard on.

Ron broke the kiss and moved his hands away from Harry’s wrists. He looked at Hermione and pointed with a shrug before pointing back at his mouth with his index and middle fingers and then turning his thumb in Harry’s direction. Harry was reaching around behind Ron’s pressing down on the small of his back in an attempt to force their groins together.

Ron huffed and grabbed at Harry’s arms again, pinning them to his sides and looking down at him, reproachfully.

“Harry, this is our gift to you,” Hermione said as she delicately lifted up two turrets of chocolate and whipped cream, each with a black cherry on top, and placed them onto each of Harry’s nipples, “and thank you, Ron, I would love to join you for dessert.”

Ron grinned at her and they kissed directly over Harry’s face. He strove not to fight his way free and make Ron pay for teasing him so torturously and found his cock twitching needily as he watched his two best friends’ passion for each other.

“One nipple for you and one for me.” Hermione smiled into Ron’s mouth before looking down at Harry in a wickedly disciplinarian way. “And you, well you can’t be trusted not to interfere with your well thought out birthday present so I suppose we’ll just have to keep the wrapping on your gift until it’s time for you to have it.”

“What?” Harry frowned, still panting, causing his cherry-topped chocolate nipples to bob up and down.

Hermione was nibbling on Ron’s earlobe before whispering to him loud enough for Harry to hear and squeak with excitement.

“Shall we restrain him with your leather straps or something a little more festive?”

Ron smirked and lifted Harry’s arms from his sides to the pillow on either side of his head with an audible huff from deep in his chest. Harry was usually the one who tied Ron up; it was a kink of Ron’s actually... probably something to do with Ron having to do so much with his hands now, and it appeared to heighten his arousal to surrender to Harry and Hermione. Ron so often gave up control in the bedroom and always had a good time.

Harry had to admit that Ron looked great when he was straining against the resistance of the restraints, muscles bulging and flexed so beautifully, and he would thrash about so wildly as he came that it made Harry’s orgasm ten times more powerful.

This would surely be one hell of a birthday gift to receive in return, but Harry knew how crazed it would make him to be unable to touch Ron when things got even more intense.

Ron nodded to Hermione and soon she was unwinding the ribbon that was tied around the base of the cake and placing a cushioning charm upon it. Ron crossed Harry’s wrists above his head and Hermione wound the gift ribbon around them, binding them securely together, and then tethered them to the head of the bed.

Harry’s legs were still pinned beneath Ron’s body and he quivered at the added sense of stimulation his vulnerable position gave him. Hermione’s hand was stroking down his abdomen and following one of the deep hollows between hipbone and stomach. The two channels formed a ‘V’ that pointed directly down to his groin and Ron’s strong thumbs hooked around them as he lowered himself down and plucked off a cherry nipple with his tongue.

As Ron smiled and chewed, Hermione licked the chocolate cream around Harry’s other decorated nipple and let her hand drift from his belly to Ron’s bare arse. Harry moaned and wriggled beneath them as he tugged at the ribbon and wished he could reach out and touch Ron too.

Ron burrowed his tongue through the centre of the creamy chocolate turret that melted around Harry’s nipple and flicked at the pert little berry of flesh with the tip it. Harry’s body twisted and Ron climbed off his legs to change the angle he was attacking his lover’s chocolate coated chest from.

Harry kicked out and lifted his head to see where Ron’s hard cock was so he could push himself up and against it. Hermione, nose and chin covered in chocolate cream, looked up and saw what he was planning. She smirked and reached towards Harry’s face to remove his glasses.

Harry let out a pitiful yelp as the glorious sight of Ron naked and Hermione in stockings became a blur. This was not a treat. Not being able to see his Ron was completely unacceptable.

“No lemme see,” Harry demanded. “I wanna see you, I promise I won’t try to touch you, but I’ve got to be able to watch.”

“Ron doesn’t get to talk when he’s tied to the bed for you,” Hermione said. Harry felt a warm mouth sucking at his nipple and then Hermione’s voice sounded again, much thicker than before, “So you should just lie back and enjoy how good his mouth feels on your body.”

“But I want...” Harry gasped and his eyes rolled back as Ron grazed his nipple with his teeth. “...I wanna... oh God!” Ron’s hands were dragging lightly down the insides of Harry’s thighs, still not touching his stiffy. “I have to see this... so beautiful... gotta let me see you, please!”

Hermione laughed and Harry felt Ron’s body shaking on top of him. He heard Ron’s hands moving against each other and soon Hermione was answering him.

“Yes,” she was agreeing. “I like the begging a lot!”

“See,” Harry gasped in desperation. “I can’t see what he’s signing and I know you don’t approve of talking with your mouth full so you really have t- "

Hermione was howling with laughter and Ron’s sweet, chocolate coated lips clamped over his and they kissed while Harry did everything he could not to thrust up into Ron’s body.

The kiss broke and Ron was breathing heavily into his face.

“You eat and I watch,” Harry bargained. “I just watch, that’s all. I promise.”

Hermione’s laughter subsided and he felt his glasses being slipped back on. Blinking their faces back into focus, he was about to say ‘thank you’ when Ron opened his mouth and leaned right in close to his face, inhaling deeply. Harry readied himself for the snog of a lifetime but Ron simply breathed out and fogged up the lenses of his glasses.

They both laughed, Ron silently, and Harry growled with annoyed resignation and waited for the mist to clear.

He eventually made out Ron tapping his clawed fingertips onto the back of his hand and then splaying his hands wide and moving them in sensual circles above Harry’s body. Hermione picked off another lump of the cake and smeared it against Harry’s ribs. Ron smiled at her and shook his head.

“What’s wrong with that?” she was asking him as she licked her fingers clean.

Ron made a stroking motion with one hand then crossed his hands before himself, drew them apart sharply, and then held up his right thumb to the left hand side of his face and then moved it across his chin to the other side.

Hermione snorted and then looked down at Harry and shrugged.

“Well you’re at his mercy now,” she said, sounding amused. “Apparently I’m being too nice.”

Harry looked at Ron with wide eyes and was unable to prepare himself for what Ron then did.

He drove both his large hands into the cake and pulled out two great handfuls of devilish chocolate sponge, tart cherry preserve, thick decadent chocolate cream and globs of fluffy white peaks. He slammed both mounds of cake onto Harry’s body, one on his chest and the other on his belly, and began to smear the debauched coco concoction over every patch of skin available.

He pushed a black cherry into Harry’s belly button and then gripped Harry’s hips with chocolate clotted fingers. Harry felt the torturously sensual oozing of the melting cream and chocolate against his hot sweaty body and writhed against his bindings.

“Tickles!” he gasped.

Hermione was lowering her head and catching a trickle of melting chocolate cream on her tongue as it dribbled down his ribs and towards the bed. She dragged her tongue along Harry’s skin and paused to suck lumps of moist cake into her mouth before licking even harder until she reached his pectoral.

Harry instinctively twisted his body, first away from her and then towards her, as his senses were conflicted on whether to encourage her to keep going or spare himself the torment of a touch he couldn’t reciprocate. He let out a strained little yelp at the back of his throat and looked over the head lapping at his chest and down to Ron.

Ron was pushing Harry’s legs apart, chocolate handprints marking his inner thighs, and positioning himself between them. He gripped Harry by the knees, keeping the bound wizard’s legs wide open before him and clearly displaying the straining erection before him. Harry’s erratic breathing hastened and his arms strained against the ribbons that fastened him to the bed. The tension in the restraints increased and the fabric groaned under the stress. Harry groaned too.

Ron was bending over, hair falling forward and mouth opening, and following the line of Harry’s thighs down to the centre point. Harry felt as if he was going to faint. His cock was waiting for the warmth of Ron’s mouth to surround it and that fulfilment never happened because Ron’s probing tongue was prying the cherry from Harry’s navel.

Hermione nibbled and sucked along Harry’s breast bone, her bushy hair ticking his hyper sensitive skin, and as he tried to rub his dick against something to give himself some satisfaction Hermione weakened him with more teasing nips as she ate the dark cake off him.

“I can’t...I can’t take this...” Harry whimpered. “Please!”

Ron wriggled his tongue deep inside Harry’s belly button and was soon grazing the chocolate coated skin with his teeth as he gorged himself on the flat stomach steeped high with smooshed-up cake and swallowing down mouthfuls with satisfaction.

His legs were still forced open wide, straining cock exposed and unfulfilled, Ron’s chocolaty fingers burying themselves deep into the flesh of Harry’s sweaty thighs.

“Please Ron, oh God please,” Harry begged as he began to lose control and fight against his bonds. “I’ve got to fucking touch you!”

Hermione plucked at lumps of chocolate and cake all the way down Harry’s ribs and was soon pushing her tongue down the sloping hollow of his stomach.

“Ron, needs to eat first,” she said, voice raw and dark, “and you need to hold still so we can clean our plate.”

Harry’s head fell back against the pillow and he began gibbering breathlessly.

Ron was wolfing down dollops of cream, curls of chocolate shavings, thick chocolate sauce and crumbled dark wet sponge coated with fresh chocolate cream. He was a damn messy eater and he didn’t care one bit. Ron’s puffy lips, glistening with melted chocolate, closed around Harry’s hipbone and sucked hard. The probing tongue scraped chocolate cake from every dip and furrow. Harry was licked and sucked clean, but still felt utterly filthy, and Hermione was licking the length of one of Harry’s chocolate smeared thighs while Ron set upon the other.

Harry rocked his hips and couldn’t help himself. He humped the air in desperation.

He could feel Hermione’s breath against his wet skin, and Ron leaned against Harry’s leg and pushed his tacky hand down towards his buttock. The cake was all gone and the only thing on Harry’s body that still needed attention from Ron’s mouth was his dick.

“Now?” Harry asked hopefully. “Can I touch you now?”

Ron’s eyes moved over to the clumps of cake he had left behind on the plate and then back at Harry.

“Oh come on, you can’t be serious?" Harry growled. “You really meant it? You’re gonna eat the whole thing off me before I get anything?”

Hermione smiled at him and stroked her chocolate stained hand down Ron’s back.

“What do you think love?” she said as she reached for the plate with her free hand. “Is it time to give him his birthday bumps?”

Ron licked his lips and looked from the debris of the cake and then down at Harry’s needy cock. Ron’s lips curled into a lopsided smile and he placed his fist into his own palm and made a lifting motion towards Harry’s groin.

“Oh, I thought you’d never ask!” Harry sighed as he sagged against his restraints and closed his eyes with relief.

Ron gave a silent laugh and then dragged the remains of the cake off the plate and onto Harry’s groin.

“Woooooahhhh,” Harry shivered and arched his back, held in place only by his decorative shackles.

“Do you want me to let him go or keep him trussed up until the grand finale?” Hermione asked as she moved up Harry’s body and lay at his side, drawing invisible patterns against his chest with her fingers.

Ron began to eat the clumps of cake and cream from Harry’s lap. Every now and then Harry could feel his tongue stroking against his balls through the heavy cream and he’d thrash and whimper. Hermione moved further up the bed and propped up her head to whisper into the side of Harry’s head.

“I think he wants you to stay tied up,” she said while dragging her fingers through Harry’s dishevelled hair. “He wants you to have the same kind of orgasm he has when we play our little games.”

Harry couldn’t form words. Ron’s mouth was getting more intimate as the barrier of chocolate and cream was devoured. There were more strokes against cock and balls from Ron’s tongue, and Harry jerked his hips upwards with a grunt.

“Hey Ron,” Hermione said as she watched him driving Harry wild, “remember when I was worried about the whole ‘tying you up’ thing? Remember what you told me it was like for you and how it reassured me that you really did like it?”

Ron licked at his creamy lips, looked up at Hermione, and nodded.

“Why don’t you tell Harry how he’ll enjoy it?”

Ron rose up on his haunches and licked his fingers clean, ready to sign.

“No! What are you doing Hermione?” Harry blurted. “Don’t bloody stop him. I was almost in his mouth!

“Watch him, Harry, just watch and listen,” Hermione whispered into his hair as she ran her palm down his chest, then his stomach, and then teased Harry’s cock with her fingers while Ron’s hands were busy signing the joys of bondage to his tethered lover.

Ron moved his slightly angled hand from his collarbone down the centre of his chest. He pointed his index fingers into each other and moved them back and forth quickly before making a winding motion around his wrist and then a backwards jerk of the hand sharply.

“It’s a charge to struggle,” Hermione translated, unnecessarily – Harry guessed she just liked the words so much she wanted to wallow in them both visually and audibly.

Ron grabbed at his temple and then slammed his palm down onto his open hand. He made a flicking motion with his index finger and then gripped both hands before him and released with a throwing motion away from him. As Ron pointed downwards with his index fingers and moved them backwards and forwards alternately, Hermione rubbed against Harry’s cock and echoed Ron’s silent statement.

“...and let your body lose control, as if you’re being electrified.”

Ron brought his hand to the side of his head, as if shielding it from the sun, before pointing his flat hand above his head and brought it down in a straight line over the middle of his face. He punched himself in the palm and then brought up both fisted hands before his chest as he puffed it out. His fists trembled and then he kept his left hand still and shot his right index finger speedily underneath his left elbow. Ron’s chest was rising and falling as he clenched his jaw tightly and crossed his hands over each other and moved them violently as if trying to tear them apart.

“It can really intensify an orgasm,” Hermione was saying as she touched Harry with one hand and herself with the other. “When you come with every muscle straining against your bonds...”

Harry was losing his mind with desire and thrust into Hermione’s hand while watching Ron signing so beautifully, just looking so beautiful and dirty and naked, and he thrashed against the ribbon like a wild animal trying to free itself from a collar and lead.

“...trying to get your hands free to smash your lover's face into your crotch, your body shaking!” Hermione moaned as she bit Harry’s shoulder and squirmed against her own fingers.

Ron looked at her and his eyebrows lifted up into his hair. Hermione had gone off on a little erotic tangent of her own. He smirked at her and she wriggled as she brought herself to her first climax of the night.

Ron looked back at Harry, his hard dick once again in desperate need of attention since Hermione abandoned him for her own wild ride of euphoria, and twisted his wrist back and forth with a little finger extended. He shook his head as he made a hasty motion around and around his wrist and then yanked as if pulling something that had suddenly been pulled tight. Then he pointed down at Harry and then drew across his throat in a crescent shape.

If you weren't tied down, you'd hurt yourself!

Harry tugged hard at the ribbon and growled at Ron with a feral kind of lust.

“You want me to lose control and have the most intense orgasm of my life?” Harry’s voice rumbled. “Well, come on then, you prick tease, give me something to scream about!”

Ron looked down at Harry’s cream coated penis and then back into Harry’s wild eyes. He pointed at Harry sharply and then slammed his palm on top of his fist with a hard slap; then hit himself in the chest before pressing the ball of his thumb into his other palm.

“Too bloody right, I’m gonna fuck you hard!” Harry snapped. “Now get on and give me something to grapple with.”

Ron moved forward, changed the position of his feet so they were now on either side of Harry’s waist, and lowered himself down on Harry’s dick. Harry felt the sense of fulfilment so intensely that it took everything he had not to just hammer into Ron without any preparation.

Ron’s eyes were closed tightly and his teeth were gritted as he rocked a little on Harry’s cock to ease it in all the way without hurting either of them.

“Easy,” Harry panted, noting just how short his breaths were and then realising that Ron was still holding his. “Breathe Ron!”

Ron puffed out his cheeks with a deep exhalation and opened his eyes. He waved one of his hands quickly to indicate that Harry should go ahead.

“Ok,” Harry said as he began pumping his hips up into Ron’s arse, arm muscles bulging as he tried to find some purchase to put behind his upward thrusts. “If you need me to stop then pinch my nipple hard, right?”

Ron smiled at him and nodded. He gave Harry a thumbs up and then furrowed his brow as he pulled Harry’s legs up behind him into a bent position and leaned back against them.

“Oh, you fucker, yes! That’s the spot! Move... move for me, ya sexy bastard!”

Ron rotated his hips and his jaw fell open with a gasp as Harry felt the tightness around his dick subside just a little. Ron had un-clenched and was working against Harry’s hard-on to prepare his tight muscles for the rampant thrusting he’d just encouraged Harry to do.

“I’m gonna start slow ok?” Harry said almost able to hear the blood pumping in his ears.

Ron gave him a look that let Harry know he didn’t want an easy ride and then lifted both feet off the mattress so his full weight was forcing him down onto Harry’s penis. Harry planted his own feet firmly and rammed himself upwards, lifting Ron with a grunt and causing both of them to ball their hands into fists and breathe heavily.

Hermione was now able to do something other than grin in a post orgasm hangover and crawled along the bed to risk a broken neck by ducking between Ron’s spread legs and taking his dick in her mouth. Ron thrust forward into her mouth, which in turn jerked against Harry’s cock. Harry and Hermione moaned while Ron hissed through his teeth and shook all over at the double stimulation.

The fingers of one of Ron’s hand drove deep into the flesh of Harry’s thigh and the other hand clutched at the hair at the back of Hermione’s head and thrust into her mouth as she sucked him off. Harry felt Ron’s forward and backward thrusts around his dick and began to lose control of his body. He just wanted to bang Ron’s brains out.

He remembered how Ron had told him he wanted Harry to lose control altogether and have a wild, raucous skirmish of an orgasm and decided that he’d been teased and denied long enough. He was going to give Ron a fucking good seeing to and he wasn’t going to hold back.

Nothing was going to stop him unless he felt Ron’s expressive fingers tweaking his nipple, their equivalent of a safety word, and he lunged up into his soundless lover. Ron’s anus clenched around Harry’s dick and he pumped into Hermione’s mouth. Harry wrenched his arms hard against their bonds and used the driving force behind his sudden movement to ram deep inside Ron once, twice, three times, before slamming back down on the mattress. He tried to muster up enough strength to be able to pump his body up and down beneath the weight of a heavily panting and weakened by arousal Ron.

He could hear Hermione humming around Ron’s penis and Ron’s ragged breaths and the creaking and straining sounds of the ribbon that fastened his wrists to the bed. Ron was so tight and hot and moving so perfectly that Harry couldn’t help himself but talk dirty to him.

“I’m gonna fucking sweat that cream out of you!” he growled as he banged his cock into Ron and pulled back a little way before ramming back up again. “Gonna work that whole cake off with one marathon shag.”

Hermione’s head was working back and forth faster and faster. Ron was breathing like an asthmatic at high altitude and seemed to have lost all control over his lower half. Harry was slamming into Ron with extra vigour because of a surge of adrenaline that took over al his functions and channelled them all into fucking Ron into the bedroom ceiling.

“Fuck...you...sexy...fucking...bastard!” Harry screamed with every thrust.

Ron’s hair was sticking to his face, dark with sweat, and his face looked strained. As soon as Harry noticed this he felt the reason why. Ron was clenching around his cock and powering a monumental ejaculation into Hermione’s mouth. Harry hammered into Ron and rocked the bed with the force of his exertion. He was at risk of pulling his shoulders out of their sockets but he didn’t care. He wanted to feel Ron coming from the inside.

“Flinablabalahhh!” Harry screamed, not having a clue what he’d been trying to say at the time he’d started speaking.

Ron was shaking all over and his head was thrown back. Harry’s hips pushed up harder, faster, deeper and soon he was being swept up in his own impending climax.

Hermione moved away from Ron wiping her mouth and then shuffling behind him to hold him up as he began to sway, heavily.

“I love you,” she panted as he let his lolling head rest upon her shoulder. “You’re so beautiful.” She kissed the side of his face. “He’s almost there sweetheart, open your eyes and watch him come. You said you wanted to watch him come.”

Harry was without rhythm now, jerking wildly and uncontrollably into Ron like a drunk woodpecker banging its head against a tree, and he found the sight before him to be something he was unable to take his eyes off.

“Touch him,” Harry demanded between frantic gasps. “Move your hands over him, I wanna touch him all over... you... you do it!”

Hermione stroked down Ron’s flexed throat with her fingers and then past his collar bone to feel the hammering of his heart beat in his chest. The narrow chest was moving in and out rapidly and Hermione rubbed her hand in circles over it before pushing back firmly as if she was trying to keep his lungs from over-inflating.

Still Harry pummelled into Ron’s arse, his vision blurring and blood boiling inside him so he felt as if he was about to explode.

“Lower!” Harry screamed, and thrashed, wildly to pull his arms free.

He somehow managed to wrap both legs around behind Hermione and push her into Ron’s back, which pushed Ron hard against Harry’s pounding cock. Hermione’s hand dragged down Ron’s chest and down to his stomach, her fingers leaving dry trails against Ron’s sweat drenched torso, and then she pressed her palm flat over Ron’s navel.

“H-Ho-Hold him!” Harry demanded just as he felt his balls tighten and a reserve of power flooding his body.

Hermione wrapped both arms around Ron’s waist tightly and he rolled his head on her shoulder to watch Harry climax.

“Oh God, I fucking love you!” Harry roared as he thumped harder and faster inside Ron and felt his release about to explode from him.

So strong was the power of his orgasm that Harry tried to sit up. His restraints held him back and Harry shook and screamed as he crushed Ron and Hermione against him with his legs and ground his groin against Ron’s arse. He needed more, he needed more purchase and force, he needed to squeeze Ron right against him, and he needed to pull himself free and grip handfuls of damp red hair before he died from the hell of being denied him any longer.

Harry’s back arched and his body bucked as if he was trying to throw Ron and Hermione off him. He gritted his teeth and growled deeply. He was trembling all over with the force of his passion and at the exact moment he came inside Ron, toes curling, Harry found himself struggling and screaming as if somebody told him that unless he laid his hands on Ron’s body at that exact moment he’d never be able to touch him again.

Harry jerked and twitched and his eyes were wide, staring at Ron who was staring back at him, mouth hanging open and lips parched. Harry made a dry gurgling sound at the back of his throat and then a second wave of agonising bliss flowed through him and he twitched against the groaning tension of the ribbons fastening him to the bed.

The second wave passed and Harry gave such a shudder that the whole bed shook. He slumped, exhausted, back onto the bed, arms dangling limply from their bonds. Ron completely knackered would have fallen forward on Harry’s chest if Hermione hadn’t kept a tight hold on him. She rolled the two of them sideways and they toppled over and landed, bouncing slightly, on the mattress beside Harry.

Ron flung an arm heavily over Harry’s body. Apparently, he was too tired to sign and soon his eyes fell closed and he was asleep. Hermione kissed behind his shoulder and smiled before mumbling something about Ron being ‘a typical man’.

“Oi.” Harry smiled, feebly. “That’s my typical man you’re talking about!”

“Ours,” Hermione corrected, “and let’s not get into that who had him first thing again.”

Hermione yawned and pulled her wand from one of her stockings and flicked it at the ribbon, which fell away and let Harry’s arms drop onto the pillow limply.

“Mmmm...” Harry smiled as he closed his eyes and rolled onto his side to bury his face in Ron’s bare chest, “...’cause I know how much it pisses you off to admit he was mine!”

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