Page 110 of Untouchable

Harp presses one hand on Parker’s hip to still him, holding him down gently as he begins to make up for it, stroking Parker from base to tip in a smooth movement. He almost matches the pace that Parker had set and he sucks into Parker’s collarbone as he twists around his cock.

“I want you to come for me, baby,” Harp murmurs, the words feeling so foreign in his mouth but somehow so right when they’re meant for Parker.

“Fuck, Harp—”

“Come on,” Harp says gently. “I’ve got you.”

Parker curses again, repeats Harp’s name, and rakes his shirt up his chest in a movement that looks almost panicked. But after a moment, Harp feels the first warm pulse of Parker’s orgasm and he understands. Harp keeps stroking as Parker hips up to meet him, coming hard with deep throbs that Harp can feel against his palm.

“God—Harp—fuck—”

Harp just shushes him sweetly, still stroking, kissing his neck, as Parker paints his bare belly and chest. As Parker rides the aftershocks of his release, Harp kisses lower and he realizes halfway down where his trajectory is headed. He wants to taste Parker—almost needs to, if he’s going to be expected to return to reality after this perfect, absurdly erotic moment. But would it be too much to… ?

Fuck it,Harp realizes as he starts lower this time and paints a long stripe up the center of Parker’s torso with his tongue. If he’s not freaked out yet, this will hardly scare him off.

Parker lets out a high, tickled laugh, and Harp continues cleaning Parker’s skin with his mouth, alternating kisses and long licks. The look Parker gives him is anything but disgusted as Harp cleans up every shred of evidence of what has happened between them.

* * *

If he hadn’t just come,the sight of Harp licking the cum off his stomach would have sent Parker over the edge once more. It sends shivers of pleasure rolling through Parker alongside the aftershocks of his orgasm. He feels so wanted, and he can’t quite comprehend it, his mind shorting out each time he gets even close to understanding what’s happened between them.

He goes absolutely boneless on the couch, and when Harp sits back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in a way that’s both obscene and incredibly hot, Parker simply lays there, as though he’s forgotten how to move. Whatever soft, floaty place he’d been to is gone now, and a very overwhelming jumble of feelings is rising in him. He feels thoroughly satisfied—physically and mentally. He feels vulnerable—but safe, too. He feels exposed, laying here with his shirt hiked up and his sweatpants around his knees, as Harp’s eyes rake over him.

They’re all good feelings, but it’s so much, and he’s suddenly exhausted, as if the full weight of the last two days has finally hit him.

He bites his lip and glances up at Harp, waiting for guidance.

* * *

Harp doesn't knowif what he's just done was a huge mistake or a natural conclusion of the night's events. He decides it's best to set that thought to the side for now. Parker looks like he's starting to catch his breath, so Harp smiles and gently drags his sweatpants back up. He doesn't bother pulling Parker's shirt back down, though. He's too entranced with Parker's abs—real, live abs! Harp had begun to think abs were a conspiracy perpetuated by the media to sell gym memberships, but he gets it now that he can run his hands over Parker's torso.

He falls back into place, resolving not to do this for long but needing to taste Parker's mouth again before they separate, before all of this is over.

Parker is slow to respond this time and it's almost like kissing a different person, sweet and even. Parker moans into the kiss, the noise luxurious and exhausted.

Then, Harp feels him shift and there's a hand on his thigh, sliding to his hip. Parker tucks his fingertips into the waistband of Harp's pants and gives him a sleepy grin before palming Harp's hard-on through his clothes.

Harp shakes his head slowly. "You don't have to."

"I want to," Parker whines through his smile.

"We shouldn't." He kisses the tip of Parker's nose as if to punctuate it all, to help him understand that now it's time to back away from the erotic, to go back to real life.

* * *

Parker’s handis still on Harp’s cock, and he can feel the heat of t, even through layers of clothing, can feel how hard he still is. He frowns up at Harp.

“But—” His brain is still slow and soupy, and he’s having trouble coming up with a good reason for why Harp wouldn’t want this reciprocated.

"Why not?" Parker asks, frowning. "We already broke the rules."

"I broke the rules. I don't want you to. I don't want you to regret any part of... any of this."

“Why would I regret getting you off?” Parker insists, his brow knitting.

Harp sighs, and Parker feels as though he’s disappointed Harp by not understanding. And, just like that, the afterglow fades, hissing out of him like air from a punctured tire, and he finds his chest clenching up once more—he hadn’t even realized how relaxed and open he’d been until he wasn’t anymore.

He doesn’t want this—the warmth, the affection, the moment they’ve shared—to end, though, so he forces a smile.

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