Page 305 of Untouchable

At first,Parker is content to let Harp set the pace with slow, deep strokes. It’s for the best, too, he realizes, to start a little slower, because his body is still adjusting to take Harp’s cock. The sting and the stretch is oddly satisfying, as if he’s giving a gift to Harp he wasn’t quite built to give. As always, though, too much turns to not enough and soon Parker is raking his fingernails down Harp’s back, begging for more.

"God, Parker," Harp says burying his hands in Parker's hair, kissing his throat. "You're so fucking perfect, baby. You feel so good."

Parker is abruptly much closer to orgasm than he realizes—between the way Harp’s voice has gone harsh and ragged to the feeling of his lips against Parker’s ever-sensitive neck, to the deep, relentless way he fucks Parker, he realizes it won’t take much more to make him come. He has no qualms, too, with letting Harp know that this is what he does to Parker. Harp’s mere proximity is enough to drive Parker wild—of course there’s no way he’d manage to last much longer.

“Harp—” Parker gasps, sliding his hand between them to stroke his cock and letting out a soft little cry. “I’m close—fuck—oh god, Harp—”

He’s only a few strokes away from finishing, but then suddenly, Harp’s hands are on his wrists, dragging his arms up over his head and pinning his wrists against the mattress so Parker is stretched out long beneath him. Parker whimpers in delight and dismay.

“Not yet, baby,” Harp purrs in Parker’s ear.

* * *

Harp stopsat the bottom of his next thrust and transfers both of Parker's wrists to one hand so that the other is free.

With his free hand, Harp strokes Parker's cheek as he stills and sucks against Parker's neck, letting some of his weight fall heavy between Parker's legs, pressing his hips down into the mattress. Maybe it's cruel or selfish, but Harp isn't ready to make Parker come—not yet.

“Harp,” Parker whines, practically pouting. He makes a show of trying to tug his hands from Harp’s grasp, but he’s smiling and it’s clear he’s not making much of an effort. He tries to move his hips, seeking out friction, but the weight of Harp’s body has him pinned. “No fair.”

"I never promised to play fair," Harp points out. "I will promise to make it worth your while, though."

With Parker's wrists still clasped together, Harp begins to move his hips again, slowly rocking back and sighing.

* * *

The heatin Harp’s promise sends a flood of desire coursing through Parker. He decides to give into it, to trust Harp, even when his body tells him they should be careening headlong towards orgasm. And as soon as he makes this choice, some of the out-of-control desperation ebbs away, and he arches up against Harp, throwing his head back to expose his neck.

Parker gives himself over to Harp with abandon, and soon Harp is rutting into Parker faster, breathing harder, as though he’s lost to the feeling of their bodies together.

“Oh, god, fuck me, Harp, oh—god that feels so good—”

Parker’s too far gone to even be self-conscious of the porny, incoherent things he’s babbling. And even without a hand on his cock, he wouldn’t be surprised if Harp can make him come simply by how well, how thoroughly he’s fucking him.

"Are you ready to—ah, fuck—get on top?" Harp asks in between deep strokes, his voice rough.

“God, yes,” Parker says with a smile. “I am definitelyready.”

Harp pulls out, and Parker barely has time to lament the loss of that perfect fullness before Harp is rolling them over, easily moving Parker with two firm hands on his hips. Parker straddles Harp and steadies Harp’s cock by the base to line himself up. He sinks just low enough to slide the head of Harp’s cock inside himself before bringing both hands to Harp’s chest to brace himself—and to circle his thumbs around Harp’s nipples as he slowly sinks all the way down.

* * *

A waveof pleasure seems to blindside Harp as Parker rubs his chest and fucks back against his cock. Harp groans and without thinking arches his back off the bed to encourage Parker. How had he gone so long without learning these things about himself, he wonders—but even as it occurs to him, he's happy to be learning so late, to have saved these moments just for Parker, in a way.

"Fuck that's so good," he murmurs in between noises that sound half outraged.

“I love how sensitive you are here,” Parker says, his smile more than a little mischievous as he continues to play with Harp’s nipples, riding Harp with quick, hard thrusts of his hips.

Harp almost can't take it, the pleasure giving him that overstimulated, carbonated feeling, the same way he'd felt when Parker was rimming him, and after another moment he groans and pulls Parker down into a kiss. With heavy hands, he steadies Parker's hips, slowing him as he claims Parker's mouth until finally both of their hips are still. Only then does he break the kiss, holding Parker still as he works up from the mattress to fuck him slowly

Parker grumbles in mock frustration as Harp stills him, bringing their pace back to something slightly less ruinous. It’s hardly a bad trade off, though, because the kiss they share is deep and filthy and long. Harp holds Parker’s hips in place as he thrusts up into him, fucking him even deeper than before. Parker’s breath changes, and he gasps out a ragged little sound with each stroke.

Harp loves the feeling of complete control, of not even having to support his own weight as he holds Parker and hips up. Steadying him, with Parker’s strong muscles and endless gym hours, is near-effortless when Parker breaks the kiss and sits back. He doesn't try to take control back from Harp, instead straightening out and putting his hands behind his head. Harp lets the vice grip on his hips go, trusting that it's good enough that Parker will stay still. He uses his hands instead to rake up and down the lengths of lean muscle on Parker's torso.

* * *

The next timeHarp thrusts up into him, Parker lets out a cry so loud it’s probably heard in Mink Creek. It’s the absolute perfect angle, and though all Parker wants to do is wrest back control and fuck himself on Harp’s cock hard and fast just like this, he’s able to keep still, twisting his fingers through his own hair to keep himself from stroking his cock. He arches into Harp’s hands as Harp runs his palms up over Parker’s chest.

Harp hits the same angle again but slower and again, stretching out the movement until Parker finally frowns down at him and ruts backwards, bringing his hands back down to press against Harp's chest and making an expression to let Harp know he’s ruining all of Parker’s fun.

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