Page 196 of Untouchable

“You didn’t—you could never—no,” Parker says. “I was laughing because—because I’m so fucking happy.”

He loses the battle, smiling again. He needs Harp to know there’s no way he could ever laugh at Harp. He guides Harp’s hand to his throat, so Harp can feel Parker’s wildly beating heart, as fast as a hummingbird’s.

“I’ve wanted this for—god, Harp, it’s beyond perfect. My brain is fucking melting.”

Harp pulls Parker in for a kiss, and while Parker is more than happy to be kissed, it wouldn’t be the first time Harp has been cagey and evasive, attempting to distract Parker with something new or shiny—in this case, sex—to avoid really responding. Reluctantly, he pulls back.

“Are—are you sure? If it’s too much, we can stop—I promise I won’t—I want this, but—only if you do—if you’re not enjoying it, we can—”

* * *

It addsanother layer to hear it out loud, to know that Parker has been waiting for this, that he's not just worshipping Harp's cock because it's what Harp wants, but because it's something he's been looking forward to. Of course Harp can relate to the feeling—he'd felt this way whenever he gets Parker off, or thinks about getting Parker off—but it's always been hard to believe that someone could enjoy Harp's body just for what it is.

"Whatever you do, don't stop," Harp says, hipping up desperately. He would be devastated if Parker stopped, now that he's made the decision to indulge in this, now that he's ready to have this with Parker. "It's the best—you're the best, Parker."

Parker laughs again even as he kisses Harp once more.

“Lay down, then,” he says, gently pushing Harp back onto the bed. “This is—I—there’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now.”

Parker practically slithers down the bed—and Harp wonders if he can hear the desperation, the desire in Harp’s voice. Once more, he takes Harp’s cock in his hand and swallows down around it—not quite as far this time—and settles into a rhythm, bobbing his head as he works Harp’s cock.

Harp gives over to it, letting pleasure come to a rolling boil over his body as Parker swallows around him again. The noises Parker makes are a symphony, every obscene little noise registering and etching itself into Harp's mind. He strokes his hands through Parker's hair, not even sure what he's doing but wanting to encourage him, wanting Parker to know that it's the best thing he's ever felt.

"You're incredible," Harp chokes out, remembering once again that he has the ability to provide more feedback than groans and busy fingers across Parker's scalp.

* * *

Encouraged,Parker releases Harp’s shaft, moving his hand down to roll his balls. This time, as he swallows Harp’s cock, he goes deeper, taking him all the way into his throat again. Parker is rewarded with a wonderful, strangled noise out of Harp, whose hand tightens its grip in Parker’s hair.

The second time, though, Parker goes too far, and his body spasms as he gags hard around Harp’s cock. His face flushes with embarrassment at the noise—he’s always been a champ at deep-throating, but it has been a long time, and he should have known to ease into it—not that going slowly has ever been Parker’s strong suit.

* * *

Harp is ashamedof the jolt of pleasure he feels as Parker chokes and gags around him. Parker is so eager to take his cock deep, and that realization does nothing to slow down the crashing, ruinous want that Harp feels right now.

He knows he should be concerned that Parker is hurting himself and he knows that it shouldn't turn him on, but his instinct to protect Parker only kicks in when the roll of abrupt pleasure has made its way from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.

* * *

Parker recovers quickly,and he blinks his watering eyes a few times as he finds his rhythm again. He realizes, too, that he’s started grinding his hips against the mattress again—there’s something primal and dark about the way it feels to choke on Harp’s cock, exhilaration with an edge of panic as he takes Harp so deep he can barely even breath.

He’s moaning and whining around Harp’s cock, and it’s all so perfect, and almost too much—the friction of the sheets against his cock, Harp’s smell and taste, the weight of Harp’s hand on the back of his head, the way Harp’s breath catches and shifts with each new movement Parker makes.

Parker gets too ambitious, and once more, he gags hard, even louder this time, and tears roll down his cheeks as his eyes water again.

"Baby," Harp says, in half shock and half concern, "slow down."

Parker pulls off and glances up at Harp with half-closed eyes.

“Are you saying that,” he says, his voice raw and wrecked, “because you want me to slow down? Or because you think I’m gonna hurt myself?”

As he waits for Harp’s response, he swallows down around Harp’s cock, still looking up at him.

"You don't have to push yourself to—"

"Answer the question, Harp," Parker says gently, pulling off once more and smiling.

"The second one. Hurting yourself," Harp says, a desperate edge in his voice.

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