Page 198 of Untouchable

"Fuck, Parker, I'm coming," he strangles out. Parker picks up the pace but only slightly, relaxing down onto him again steadily as the orgasm rolls through Harp, seeming to gain a tremendous velocity, crashing and releasing a tide, a wave of pleasure even before the first helpless contraction and hot pump down Parker's throat.

* * *

Parker feelsa sharp swoop of victory in his stomach as Harp begins to come, letting out a hoarse, helpless cry as his release floods hot into Parker’s mouth. Parker is still lying in the damp patch of his own cum as he swallows Harp’s, and he nearly chokes again as Harp’s hips buck up into his mouth. With his free hand, Parker reaches up to find Harp’s, and he twists their fingers together, squeezing tight and encouraging Harp to ride it out as far as he can.

It’s really, truly pornographic how hard Harp comes—and how much cum there is—and when Harp finally collapses boneless back onto the bed, Parker sits back on his heels, dazed, his chin slick with Harp’s release and his own spit.

"I feel like my muscles do after our sessions but... in my soul instead," Harp mumbles, staring at the ceiling. "Well, and my cock."

After a moment, he hefts himself up to an elbow as Parker, flushed and smiling, wipes spit and cum off his face.

"Jesus, you're amazing," Harp says, reaching for Parker's hand. Parker smiles and lets himself be moved, lets Harp drag him into a kiss. He takes the kiss deep, exploring Parker's mouth, and Parker wonders if Harp can taste himself on Parker’s lips. Harp’s hand trails between them, tracing along Parker’s body to his half-hard cock. Parker breaks their kiss and looks at him with a sheepish smile.

“I, um… might have… already, um…”

"I don't—I didn't even touch you..." Harp says, confused.

Parker turns bright red.

“I… uh… might have… kind of…” He trails off, giving Harp a meaningful look, but Harp is still frowning at him, and his words fall out in a rush. “I got a little into it and was, like… y’know, humping the bed basically, and then… you said that thing about… filling my ass and… it just happened.”

* * *

"Shit Parker," Harp groans.

If he'd have known that Parker was getting off on getting him off that much, he never would've lasted so long. The image of Parker thrusting desperately against the bed as he deep-throats Harp's cock sears itself in Harp's imagination for a moment and he almost can't breathe. He kisses Parker for a moment to cover the fact that his brain is shorting out, and when they break he admits in a rough voice, "You're gonna kill me with shit like that."

“Like what?” Parker asks with a crooked smile as he nestles into Harp’s shoulder, clinging to him.

"Just you being you, I guess," Harp says. "You're dangerous and I'm starting to like it."

Parker snorts.

“I’m not dangerous,” he says. “You’re the one with the axe and the… I dunno, the drugs.”

* * *

Something is settling inside him,something he hadn’t even realized wasn’t there. He traces his hand through the hair on Harp’s chest, and he can’t stop himself from grinning like an idiot. He is so, so happy, and while this is the point where he’d normally get scared, would begin to think that there had been some cosmic mistake and there’d be hell to pay, he doesn’t feel like that now. He just feels euphoric. He has Harp, and Harp is finally beginning to trust him in a way that Parker can understand.

"That's true. From the outside, everyone is definitely going to think that I'm the bad influence," Harp says, smiling and smug. "Little do they know what a dangerous little brat you are behind closed doors." He bites Parker's earlobe gently.

“Hey, be careful with that,” Parker says, squirming with pleasure. “You know it takes… pretty much nothing to turn me on.”

"Jesus," Harp says with a snort. "It's like you've never even heard the term refractory period. You really are a health hazard."

“Of course I have,” Parker says. “It’s just that sometimes the period is a few minutes.” He rolls over, pulling himself on top of Harp, enjoying the feeling of their bodies against one another, and smiles down at him. “It doesn’t hurt that you’re, like, really hot. And really good in bed.”

"I'm going to neither... confirm nor deny that. And eventually I'll learn how to take a compliment from you," Harp says. "I promise. I'm trying. Do you want to get in the bath with me?"

Harp bites Parker's earlobe again as if to say I know exactly what I'm doing this time.

“Oh man,” Parker says, pulling back in excitement and nearly hurting his ear. “Is that an option? Holy shit, like… naked? In the bath? With you? Hellyes.”

"No, I'm putting my jeans back on," Harp says, frowning.

Parker makes a face as Harp gets up off the bed.

“Rude and gross and weird,” he says. “But I guess I’ll take it.”

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