Page 225 of Untouchable

All Harp can do is sigh and shake his head. Parker will never stop surprising him.

He feels more confident like this, on his back and letting Parker take the lead—and even though this isn't how he'd pictured it in his head, always being active and controlling everything—there's something beyond satisfying about watching Parker maneuver himself over Harp's bulk, deciding exactly where he wants to be before letting himself be pulled down for a kiss.

When they break, Harp slicks himself and holds his cock by the base, guiding Parker forward with his free hand on Parker's hip. He strokes himself nervously but there's no reason to: he's been diamond hard for what feels like hoursnow.

* * *

Parker lineshimself up and then braces his hands against Harp’s chest. He lowers himself until he feels the broad head of Harp’s cock nudge against his hole, and stays there for a moment, letting out a long, measured breath and trying to relax his body.

C’mon, Parker, he tells himself. You’re having sex, not doing an Olympic high dive.

He realizes he’s closed his eyes, and when he opens them, he finds Harp watching him, almost reverently. He slowly sinks down onto Harp’s cock, his fingers digging into Harp’s chest, and lets out a high, soft moan as he lowers himself down inch by inch. The sensation is so intense he can hardly stand it, but he feels Harp’s hand on his hip, steadying him, hears Harp gently encouraging him, and at last, his hips meet Harp’s as Harp’s cock is completely sheathed.

“Oh, fuck,” Parker whispers, shivering slightly. Now that he is here, Harp’s cock buried in him, he wonders how he could have possibly survived without this connection, this intimacy, with Harp.

* * *

"Jesus," Harp breathes out with wonder. He knew even with prep Parker would be tight, knew that Parker was nervous enough to warn him, but he didn't in his wildest imagination think that he'd be like this.

Harp is thankful that it'll take Parker time to adjust enough to want to move. If Parker could buck his hips right now, Harp would be gone, losing every last shred of coherent thought, melting into Parker, coming into him with abandon. If Parker could move, Harp wouldn't have been able to help it. But Parker is sighing and waiting above him and his hips are thankfully still.

"Baby," Harp says, drawing the word out into a lazy plea as he drags Parker down, meeting him halfway, pulling him into a deep kiss. "You're perfect," he whispers when they break—and it's true.

He's glad they waited. Harp feels like maybe he'll never recover from this high, never come down from this moment. He knows as soon as they stop, he'll only want to feel this way again because it's all new, all better. It's not just the physical. It's Parker, this affection, this safeness. How could he ever want to be further apart than this?

* * *

Parker straightensup all the way, arching his spine slightly, and as he takes his weight from his hands he impossibly manages to sink just a little deeper onto Harp’s cock. He lets out another long breath as he feels his body begin to adjust. Harp’s hands are on his hips, holding him, and Parker slides his hands up over his own body, taking in the moment, tilting his head back as he runs his hands through his hair.

He rolls his hips experimentally, pleased to find that any discomfort is quickly abating. Harp is inside him, and there’s no barrier separating them.

“God—” Parker says, laughing softly. “You’ve got… a great fucking cock.”

"Likewise." Harp chuckles and teases his fingers through the hair above Parker's hard-on before stroking him gently.

Parker rolls his hips once more, and, satisfied that he’s ready, he brings his hands to Harp’s chest once more, sliding himself almost on the way off Harp’s cock before sinking down once more. Harp lets out a deep, hoarse groan and his fingers dig into Parker’s hips.

So Parker does it again, moving as slowly as he can, and Harp’s hips twitch underneath him, like he’s fighting desperately not to rut up into Parker and fuck Parker senseless. He grins down at Harp mischievously as he rocks his hips again.

* * *

He should've knownthat Parker would be pleased to put on a show, but the reality of the moment is even better than imagination could've been.

When Parker smiles and moves, he is all straight, white teeth and long, lean muscles and it makes something primitive in Harp want to pull him down again, kiss him and mark up his neck.

Harp doesn't, though. He's content to watch Parker's precise movements as he bucks his hips ever so slightly. They both groan at the friction and Harp needs more but he knows he has to be patient. He closes his eyes and drinks in the sensations for a moment.

Parker moves like something out of a dream, putting his whole body on display as he works Harp's cock. Parker's control of his hips is nothing short of magical and Harp is thankful that they've started out this way because he's not sure he even has the muscle strength to go this slow.

But the more Parker moves on top of him, the more Harp wants to touch every part of him. Seeing Parker is fine, but Harp wants the firm muscles and soft skin under his hands, wants to hear every breath and sigh.

Harp tilts his hips up slowly, gently, and encourages Parker to lean forward, to put more of his weight on top of Harp, catching him around the waist and wrapping his arms around Parker as he rolls his hips up slightly to meet Parker's movements.

* * *

Parker lets out a surprised,pleased little moan as the movement of Harp’s hips propels him, and he falls forward onto Harp’s chest, wrapped up in Harp’s arms. Letting Harp support his weight entirely, Parker reaches up to cup Harp’s face, kissing him deeply, and he can’t even pretend to be coy and seductive anymore. The feeling of Harp thrusting into him, even just that once, threatens to undo him completely, and while it’s fun to tease Harp now and then, enough is enough.

“Fuck me, Harp,” he moans against Harp’s lips, and only a small part of him is lucid enough to be embarrassed by how needy, how porny it sounds. The rest of him just wants Harp to, well, fuck him.

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