Page 219 of Untouchable

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Parker isnervous to give Harp his gift. It’s nothing like the display Harp has given him, and it feels woefully insufficient. Harp’s gift comes in pieces, a little care package, each carefully wrapped with Mindy’s help: a small foam roller and a lacrosse ball for his tight muscles, a package of topical menthol patches for pain relief, a few vials of essential oil blends Parker had made for stress relief and other various ailments. He’d hoped all of this would help Harp’s progress, if he used them, and take away some of his pain.

It doesn’t feel like enough, but Harp kisses him deeply and insists it’s perfect. His smile is broad enough that Parker, for once, believes him.

After dinner, Parker insists on washing up—Harp tries to tell him he doesn’t need to, but Parker brandishes a pair of tongs at him until Harp laughs and holds his hands up in defeat, letting Parker do the dishes.

As Parker finishes the last of the drying, Harp stands behind him and presses a soft kiss to the back of his neck that goes straight to Parker’s cock.

Parker, in preparation for the evening, had jerked off that afternoon, hoping it might help him exercise a little patience, but he’s got a hair trigger when it comes to Harp. Parker makes a soft noise and leans back against Harp, barely noticing the dish in his hand that he’s been drying for quite some time now.

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Harp enjoysthe sensation of Parker easing into him, fitting his body up against Harp's.

He wants more from Parker tonight, and after their weekend together and everything they've been through in the past month, Harp is ready for more.

He decides not to fight the flow of things, then, when his body responds immediately to Parker, to his proximity, to his hips under Harp's hands.

Parker’s eyes fall shut as Harp kisses the side of his neck. He sets the bowl he’s been holding and the rag aside, bracing himself against the counter so he can press his ass against Harp’s crotch. Harp’s hands tighten reflexively, possessively, on his hips.

Harp doesn't hide that he's already getting hard, or that he loves the things Parker does to him. He lingers for one last, long kiss before straightening out, holding Parker steady.

"I want you tonight." The words tumble out of Harp and he hopes Parker understands what he's asking for—what he's ready for.

Parker actually whimpers in response. He turns to face Harp, resting his hands on Harp’s chest, and Harp knows Parker can feel his heart racing.

“Please, Harp—” is all he can choke out. Already, his voice is tight with need. “God, yes—”

Harp hitches Parker up by the thighs, placing him on the lip of the counter before kissing him. Parker hooks his legs around Harp's hips and pulls him forward. When they meet, Parker gasps into their kiss. Harp holds him by the ass to keep him still as they grind together for a beat, Harp keeping up the kiss relentlessly.

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Parker adoresthe way Harp can move him like this, shifting his body as effortlessly as if Parker is a ragdoll. He’s hard and desperate already, and he can only imagine how much worse it would be if he hadn’t gotten off already that day. This appears to be the new normal, though—aching and needy with want for Harp—and Parker is more than okay with that. He tips his head back, opening himself more and more for Harp.

Parker ruts against him from his place on the counter and Harp steadies him by the hips, kissing his throat again.

"Is it wrong to look at your lack of a refractory period as a challenge?" Harp jokes into his neck.

"Huh?" Parker asks.

"What if I make you come down here, and then we go up to my bedroom?" He latches back onto Parker's skin before he can answer, worrying a little patch between his teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” Parker says, suddenly weak from the combination of Harp’s words and the sweet-sharp pressure of his teeth against Parker’s neck. Harp’s always been the one slowing them down—which Parker was fine with, of course—but to hear Harp talk like this is a little mind-melting. “That—um—oh god—”

"I want to take my time," Harp says. "I'll make it worth it, and you'll barely even have to be patient."

Harp keeps kissing Parker's neck in between his urging, his hands going loose on Parker's hips to play under the hem of his shirt and sweater.

“Yes—god, yes,” Parker says. He shifts his hips forward, grinding his hard on against Harp so Harp has proof of how badly Parker wants him.

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As he plantskisses over the sensitive skin, Harp contemplates what to do next.

He wants to get Parker to a bed—eventually—but as soon as it occurs to him, the image of Parker bent over the kitchen counter with Harp's face buried in his ass is irresistible.

Harp hums into Parker's neck and then stoops. He lifts the hem of Parker's sweater and shirt and kisses his stomach before stripping them both off and catching him in a kiss again.

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