Page 223 of Untouchable

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Harp kneadsParker's muscles as he goes back to his ass, kissing and licking and humming into Parker as he squeezes the muscles of Parker's thighs, his hips, his ass. Harp goes slow, burying his face in between Parker's cheeks, in no rush to leave.

To his credit, Parker eases into the worship, his breathing going steadier. The tempo is different, now that Parker has been allowed to come and relax, now that their trajectory is so clear but so unhurried.

There's something nourishing about the sightline from this point of view, Harp thinks with a smile, examining the noble tilt of Parker's spine, the way his whole body seems to smile as he gathers up pillows to prop under his head. Harp strokes his thighs and spreads Parker with his tongue again.

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Parker gasps softlywhen he feels Harp’s tongue on his hole once more. It’s not at all what he’s been expecting, and, after all, Parker has already gotten this and gotten off. It feels incredible, of course—his body is already responding, his hips tilting on their own to seek a better angle, but surely fingers would be far more efficient in terms of prep—

“You don’t have to—“ Parker says abashedly into the sheets.

"No offense but," Harp says, a little breathlessly, "it's not foryou."

“Oh—“

A surprised little noise pops out of Parker’s mouth before he realizes it, and suddenly he’s smiling. Before that, he wouldn’t have thought there was anything Harp could have said to really make him internalize that this wasn’t a chore for Harp, as Cole had always made it seem, but suddenly Parker’s insecurities are gone. It’s easier to allow himself to sit back and receive something like this, if he thinks of it as being for Harp’sbenefit.

“Well, be my guest then,” Parker says, spreading his legs a little further part, arching his back helpfully.

When Harp continues, it’s a strange kind of pleasure, different from the sex Parker has had before—with anyone. The molten need in the pit of his belly has been quenched—at least for now—but Harp’s tongue thrusting into him feels undeniably incredible. He simply lets Harp do… well, whatever Harp wants, and the result is Parker practically transcending to some other astral plane, his eyes half closed, sighing sleepily but wide awake, completely unaware of time or space or anything other than Harp’s tongue, Harp’s hands, Harp’s mouth.

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Harp hugs Parker'ships as he sinks into him, fucks into him with his tongue.

Parker is so gentle and sweet, and there is something that grabs ahold of Harp to be granted this access, to have Parker totally vulnerable and on the tip of his tongue. He is particularly beautiful like this, ass in the air, smile on his face, sighing into Harp's mattress. It's all too good to be true, but Harp has stopped asking himself what he did to deserve Parker.

Finally, finally when Harp has memorized Parker's ass, when his jaw is exhausted and burning from years of neglect and now this sudden usage, finally Harp sits up and realizes that he needs to locate lube somewhere in his bedside table. He keeps one hand on Parker's ass as he leans back and twists at an awkward angle fumbling through his drawer.

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Parker shifts tolook at Harp, still in a daze, blinking a few times.

“Why’d you stop?” Parker asks, his voice thick and almost sleepy—he feels like he’s a million miles away from Earth at the moment, almost euphoric from Harp’s attention.

Harp slides a lubed finger over Parker's hole in answer and Parker shudders. "Oh."

"Are you ready? Is that alright? I'll go slow..."

Parker nods, settling back down onto the bed, and he sighs with pleasure as Harp presses a finger inside him. He’s already relaxed and wet from Harp’s tongue, and he feels nothing but a tantalizing fullness as Harp begins to slick his ass and work him open more. Harp is unbelievably gentle as he preps Parker, sliding in and out almost infuriatingly slowly, and it’s not long before Parker is moaning and pressing back against Harp, trying to get more contact.

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Parker is relaxedbut still so tight, and Harp can't bear the thought of hurting him—so he goes slow, taking his time, kissing Parker's back as he fucks him open with his hand, preparing him for more, praising him quietly.

After a moment, he chances a second slicked finger, and when Parker draws a quick breath, Harp regrets not asking for permission first.

"You okay?"

“Y-yeah—”Parker says, shaking his head quickly. “Just—yeah, I’m good.” He lets out a long, controlled exhale, and his body responds a little quicker than the day in the hotel, thanks to Harp’s careful attention leading up to this point.

Harp kisses the base of Parker's spine as he slowly works his fingers. Parker adjusts quickly, and just like before, he begins pushing back, working his hips to let Harp know he's ready to continue.

"Are you sure?" Harp asks, stooping to kiss him on the shoulder. Parker nods.

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