Page 220 of Untouchable

Harp runs his rough hands over the expanse of Parker's naked back, greedy for the touch, to feel the warmth of his smooth skin.

"Too cold?" Harp asks but Parker just shakes his head. He's breathing hard through his mouth already, eyes raking over Harp as he steps back, and it's like a shot of adrenaline, realizing how much Parker wants him.

Parker spreads his legs a little more, tilting his hips up as if to say take whatever you want.

Harp pulls him even further to the edge of the counter and then drops down, squatting easily. He hadn't thought about it when he first put Parker up on the counter, but it gives him the perfect vantage point to kiss and worship Parker's belly. He takes his time, kissing the skin slowly, stopping to lavish attention on his nipples and finally relenting, undoing Parker's belt buckle and then easing him out of the jeans entirely.

Parker laughs softly, hipping off the counter and allowing himself to be undressed. Harp leaves his underwear on and when he steps back with Parker's jeans in hand, he understands suddenly what he's looking at.

"A Christmas jockstrap?" Harp asks, grinning at the garish plaid thing.

* * *

"Yeah. Do you like it?"Parker is practically beaming.

"Mmhm," Harp says, returning to kiss Parker, dragging a hand over the ridiculous sparkly candy-cane pattern separating Harp from the hot press of Parker's cock. "Something like that."

“Mindy helped me pick them out,” Parker says. “We spent, like, three hours on this site finding the right ones.

"They're perfect," Harp says. palming him firmly, tracing the shape of Parker with his fingertips until it makes him gasp.

Parker had more he wanted to say, about how he’d wanted to surprise Harp, how long he’d spent getting ready—the first time, that is—how he liked this, feeling as though he were some kind of toy Harp were unwrapping, something made for his pleasure. He can already feel the damp patch forming in the festive fabric, and he moans a little, grinding his hips forward against Harp’s hands.

Harp ducks down again, kissing quickly down the center of Parker's chest and belly, easing him back with one hand until he's leaning, sitting with his hips canted forward and his head tilted back. Harp strokes up his chest as he kisses down, finally reaching the waistband of Parker's underwear.

Harp teases a fingertip underneath before mouthing him through the fabric, kissing him, breathing hot through the garment against Parker's cock while, with his other hand, he catches Parker's nipple between two fingertips.

“Oh, god—Harp—”

There’s something about not being all the way naked that makes him feel even more exposed than if he were all the way undressed. It’s as though the fabric makes him more aware of every part of his groin, and his hips twitch as he fights to keep himself from bucking forward against the heat of Harp’s mouth, desperate for more friction. Parker lets his head fall back further, arching up into Harp’s hand on his nipple, the sensation too much and not enough all at once.

* * *

Parker's moansand bucking create a feedback loop in Harp's mind, and Harp realizes after he's pressed a big wet patch on the front of Parker's jock strap that he's started performing for Parker, doing whatever he can to elicit more sweet noises form him.

The realization should frighten him—because the last time it had been like this for Harp was with a stranger, because it's just a heartbeat away from going back to that mindset—but instead he comes back from it, edging away, grounded in the moment.

In control. Not strung out, he tells himself.

Parker is nearly naked and arching against him in the full light, and Harp intends to be present in this moment until he's seen it through.

Firmer now, Harp presses a finger in under the elastic on one edge of the front of the garment before pulling it to the side, exposing Parker. It feels somehow illicit to see him like this rather than simply pulling the jock strap off of him, and he buries his face in Parker's groin, moaning.

The moment conjures up the feeling of a quick, heated fumbling, so desperate for one another they couldn’t possibly wait, despite the risk of exposure—nevermind, of course, that in reality they’re the only two people around for miles.

Harp practically growls against Parker’s skin, and Parker’s cock twitches helplessly.

“Harp—god—” he whines, the words coming out sounding like begging.

Harp sheaths him in one swallow. He doesn't use his hands, which are busy holding Parker by the hip, holding the jockstrap out of his way as he sinks around Parker.

The hot head of his cock pulses against the back of Harp's throat and he groans before pulling back and looking up at Parker.

* * *

Parker criesout in surprise as Harp forgoes any sort of teasing, and when Parker’s eyes flutter back open he glances down to see Harp watching him, his mouth still around Parker’s cock. The sight makes Parker shiver with pleasure, and he gasps roughly as Harp glides his tongue around the tip, toying with him, finding every most sensitive spot.

Harp deep throats him again, and he dips the hand at Parker's waist lower to rest just above the crack of his ass, pressing him, to let Parker know that it's okay to move again. Parker sighs, dropping both of his hands to the counter to hip up helplessly. He sets a slow rhythm counter to the quick bucking pace Parker attempts to set, and Parker lets out a strangled noise.

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