Page 194 of Untouchable

Harp is caught breathless,both at the lack of contact and at seeing Parker naked again, all at once, stretched in the air in front of him. Harp groans and drags a hand down the front of his boxer briefs, knowing they're wet with precum. He wants Parker but he doesn't know what beyond that—how he wants Parker, what he wants from him.

He knows that he just needs more of it and he groans again, wondering if he should take off his own underwear or wait to be prompted.

Parker smiles down at him. He grabs Harp’s hands and guides them to Parker’s chest, sucking in a breath and leaning into Harp’s touch as Harp circles his thumbs around Parker’s nipples.

“I wanna make you come tonight, Harp,” Parker gasps. “Can I do that?”

"God, yes," Harp says without hesitation. "Please."

“Can I—oh—” Parker’s breath hitches as Harp pinches him lightly. “Can I use my mouth?”

Harp kisses another please into Parker's mouth and throbs, thinking about the slick hotness of Parker’s mouth on his cock.

* * *

Parker has abandonedhis plan from earlier—no surprises there—but he feels centered now, less likely to be swept away in his overwhelming need for Harp. He kisses Harp deeply again, drawing it out long and slow and fierce, giving Harp time to luxuriate in the promise of what’s to come.

This time, as he kisses down the other side of Harp’s neck, he doesn’t allow himself to buck and grind against Harp’s leg—it’s too easy to get turned on like that, to get too desperate and needy. He stills his body, focusing instead on mapping his journey down Harp’s body first with his hands, and then with his mouth. He takes his time, too, stopping to lavish attention wherever he feels like it, Harp’s shoulder, along his collarbones, down the center of his sternum.

Parker falls into a rhythm, taking his cues from Harp’s body. Every time he moves lower down Harp’s body, he hears Harp inhale softly, feels his heart rate speed up. It’s only when he feels Harp relax once more, once Harp melts back into the bed and lets himself be worshipped, that Parker continues southward.

Parker, of course, is still being selfish. He can’t help it. After wanting Harp for so long, he can’t resist drawing out this new exploration of Harp’s body, memorizing every angle, every span of skin, with his lips and hands. And again, he marvels—though he tries not to dwell on it too long—that though he’s spent so much of their time together touching Harp, moving his limbs, working his muscles—Harp still feels brand new to him. And, in this context, he is brand new.

Finally, Parker has worked his way down Harp’s torso and is kissing just above the waistband of Harp’s underwear. He hooks his fingers into the elastic, inching it down to reveal another span of skin, and begins again, half-wondering if the noises Harp is making are because he’s completely fucked out or because he’s frustrated. He glances up at Harp from his position above Harp’s hips, his body laying flat on top of Harp’s legs.

“Can I keep going?” Parker asks.

* * *

Harp is coming undone,and he has to wonder if Parker has any idea how exquisite all of this feels.

"Please," he says again, desperate, and it feels like the only word he knows other than Parker's name.

He feels like he's going to lose it the minute Parker moves any lower, but so be it.

Harp knows he should feel exposed and awkward in the full light of the hotel room, but Parker somehow keeps him from going down that path of insecurity. Parker's attention makes him forget his flaws and he groans, satisfied and needy all at once, not sure at all how much more of this he can take.

Harp realizes he's back to squeezing the bedsheets like it's some sort of contest, but he almost doesn't trust himself to touch Parker right now, afraid he'll squeeze too hard, grab too rough. All he can think about is his cock and Parker's proximity to it, the confident way Parker moves around his body to tease him.

He wants to let out a moan with every breath, wants to let Parker know how desperate he is for more, but he loves letting Parker control the pace like this, loves that Parker stopped to ask his permission.

* * *

Parker smilesat the sound of Harp’s voice, raw and twisted with need. He feels strangely proud—Harp is able to take him apart so easily, and now Parker is returning the favor. He still feels like it’s only a fraction of the pleasure and adoration he wishes he could give Harp, but it’s a start.

Parker pushes Harp’s legs apart, moving lower and settling between them. He has to actively work to not rock his own hips against the mattress, and he scolds the lower half of his body, telling himself that right now is about Harp. Parker’s needs can wait.

Parker has been waiting for what feels like decades to see Harp naked, but he moves slowly now. He smiles at the damp patch in the fabric of Harp’s underwear, and as he blows a breath of hot air across the outline of Harp’s cock, he hears Harp’s breath hitch. Parker brings his lips to Harp’s base and begins to kiss lightly along the ridge of his shaft, hardly giving any pressure or friction through the fabric. Harp’s breath is coming in short, shallow gasps as Parker continues to nuzzle his face across Harp’s body, still separated by a thin layer of cotton.

Parker shifts, and Harp responds instantly, moving his legs further apart to accommodate Parker. Parker moves lower now, stroking his hands along Harp’s inner thigh, higher than he’s ever been before, grazing his lips along the hem of Harp’s underwear, sliding just his fingertips beneath.

Parker, of course, has no problem getting naked with only the slightest excuse for it, but he hasn’t missed the fact that Harp never has. He wants to go slowly, wants to acclimate Harp to having Parker here, pressing kisses to his inner thighs.

A distant part of himself remembers, too, that it’s been a long time since Harp was last with someone in this way—Parker wants Harp to be 100% ready, rather than tossing him into the deep end.

Parker shifts once more, pressing his face to the skin of Harp’s lower belly, beneath his navel, and he can feel Harp’s cock beneath him, pulsing with need. He makes a soft, high noise at the thought of taking Harp to the root, of having his lips wrapped around him, of hearing the noises he can tease out of him.

And, at long last, he begins to inch the waistband of Harp’s underwear lower still, leaving his cock still trapped beneath the fabric, but exposing another fresh swath of skin to explore. He kisses down where Harp’s hair grows thicker, dense but still soft.

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