Page 257 of Untouchable

“Here—” he says breathlessly, tugging Harp’s hips as he moves to kneel at the foot of the bed. It takes Harp a moment to realize what Parker wants, but soon he shifts down so his boots are resting on the floor, Parker on his knees between his legs.

Immediately, Parker’s mouth is on him again, setting a pace that already has him careening towards orgasm. Parker pulls off once more and looks up at him breathlessly.

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” he says.

"Oh my God," Harp growls out. The words are so simple and somehow the most lurid thing Harp has ever heard in his life and he very, very much wants to fuck Parker's mouth.

He thrusts lightly for a few beats, just testing it out, enjoying the sweetness and indulging the impulse as arousal pulses through him. He pulls Parker back gently by the hair, though.

"Pull my jeans down to my ankles," he instructs and Parker responds quickly, eagerly tugging them down until they're bunched around Harp's ankles like shackles. It gives him more room to use his hips.

"Tell me if you need a break," Harp says quietly as Parker sinks around him again. "Tap my hip or something, if it's too much."

Parker nods and gives him a thumbs up, a strangely innocent gesture in contrast with the fact that he’s currently swallowing down around Harp’s cock while his free hand snakes up his leg to cradle his balls.

"God, Parker, that's incredible," he says quietly as Parker buries him to the hilt before gagging silently, his back arching.

"Not so deep, baby," he urges. Harp tightens his grip on Parker's hair, urging him back and then lowering his hand to the base of Parker's skull while he fucks forward softly.

"Oh my God," he repeats dumbly. He wants to give Parker encouragement, to tell him how incredible his hot mouth feels swallowing against the length of Harp's cock. But he also wants to be as quiet as he can, so he's torn, groaning quietly with every breath and thrusting shallow into Parker's mouth.

Parker brings both his hands to Harp’s thighs, bracing himself as Harp slowly fucks his mouth. Parker begins to make little sounds, high breathy moans, as though this is somehow just as pleasurable for him, and he opens his eyes, looking up at Harp almost beseechingly, like he’s aching for more.

Harp lets himself fuck harder and faster into Parker's mouth, cautiously searching for any sign of discomfort on Parker's face and finding nothing but a look of almost smug satisfaction.

"You're so beautiful sucking my cock, baby," Harp whispers.

Parker lets out another little whimper, his eyes fluttering shut and his fingers digging into Harp’s thighs as though he’s holding on for dear life. He moves his head eagerly to match Harp’s thrusts, shuddering slightly as he almost gags again.

Harp can feel his orgasm building in his body and his mind, bubbly and multi-layered as the hint of it grows. He doesn't bother trying to hold it off, diving right into the feeling, watching Parker getting him off, watching himself take whatever he wants from Parker's mouth. He eases off only to give Parker time to breathe before he fucks forward with abandon again, urged on by Parker's desperate, small sounds.

“Yo—Harp—I’ll DD tonight, okay?” Gil’s voice echoes up from the first floor with all the subtlety of a gunshot. “Consider it a thank you for hosting me.”

Harp stops mid-thrust.

He's out of breath from fucking Parker's mouth and he takes a moment, steadying Parker by the back of the neck before he shouts out a hoarse, "That's great."

“Also I was looking at the restaurant’s wine and liquor menu and they have this amazing whiskey that’s made in Washington, you have to try it.”

Harp stays still, halfway out of Parker's mouth. "Great, thanks," he shouts, sighing and not moving a muscle. Parker’s eyes are sparkling mischievously as he bobs his head slightly, swallowing down around Harp’s cock once more, and, panicked, Harp grabs Parker’s hair.

“There’s this fucking wacky looking cocktail too, it has butternut squash infused rum, which could go either way and be either great or disgusting. We definitely have to try that one. Also, do you mind if I use your computer? My friend’s trying to send me something to proof for this project we’re working on but I can’t get the attachment to open on my phone.”

"Go ahead," Harp say, giving Parker a frown.

This only seems to encourage Parker, though, and he bobs his head again, flicking his tongue.

“Thanks, bro,” Gil calls up.

Harp stays still for a moment, listening to make sure Gil doesn't have any afterthoughts to add. Harp's stillness goads Parker on and he's pulling out all the stops, giving Harp a delighted look that lets him know Parker knows exactly how awful he is.

When he's satisfied that Gil is done talking to him, though, Harp stills Parker by cradling the back of his head. Harp sinks most of the way in before asking, "You're a real asshole. You know that?"

Parker only winks and swallows the last few inches around him.

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Parker does know he’s being an asshole, but there’s a part of him—the part that picked out a Christmas jockstrap to surprise Harp, the part that humped a bed until he came as he blew Harp—gets an illicit thrill out of seeing the effect he has on Harp. It’s intoxicating, and he knows he’s trying to bait Harp to take, take, take from him—because all Parker wants is to give up everything to him.

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