Page 224 of Untouchable

The realityof what’s to come is finally sinking in—at last, Harp is going to fuck him, and it’s been well worth the wait. He’s grateful to Harp for making them wait, for setting this slow pace through their relationship, because it’s all led to this perfect night.

This only makes his pleasure spiral upwards—the thought makes him even more aware of Harp’s fingers slowly, relentlessly fucking him open, which makes the anticipation build and build, and before he even realizes it he’s fucking himself back against Harp, his breathing going ragged as he tries to pace himself.

Harp presses a kiss into Parker's shoulder again as he works.

"I have condoms," Harp says gently. "But you said you've been tested? I haven't even been with anyone since the last time I was. Do you want me to...?"

Parker inhales sharply, his cock twitching and his ass clenching around Harp’s fingers in anticipation.

“Yeah—” he says breathlessly. “Fuck—yes—I want you like that. With nothing—” He doesn’t bother finishing the sentence, twisting around awkwardly to kiss Harp. After a moment, Harp starts to withdraw his fingers and Parker tenses.

“Er—” he says, flushing slightly.

“What is it, baby?” Harp says, pressing another impossibly sweet kiss to Parker’s skin.

“I… might need a bit more,” he says. “Before we, um—”

Harp catches on quickly, and a moment later, Parker feels three fingers stretching him now. This time, he’s ready for more even quicker, rolling his hips experimentally, savoring the satisfying feeling of being filled by Harp, knowing this is only a fraction of what’s to come.

* * *

Parker feelslike putty under him and Harp knows it's safe to move forward—that Parker needs him to move forward, squirming under Harp, pressing back against him as they kiss. Harp deepens the kiss but pulls his hand away, rolling Parker on his back after a moment and discarding the pillows Parker had been propped against.

"I want to see you," he admits, looming over Parker, tracing his fingertips down the middle of Parker's torso and lingering to tease for a moment.

There's a flush of anxiety in Harp's belly.

There's no excuse for them to stop now or to draw it out longer. There's nothing left between them, no reason to go slower or to change his mind. And although Harp has been looking forward to this, fantasizing about how sweet it will be, fighting how much he's wanted it from the first time they kissed, the abrupt fear is impossible to ignore.

What if he isn't any good?

What if he's built this up too much?

* * *

Parker feelsnone of the franticness he’d felt during their other times together. He’s hard again, of course—how could he possibly not be, knowing what they were about to do?—but he doesn’t feel the need to rush or push, simply letting Harp roll him onto his back, looking up at Harp with heavy-lidded eyes and pulling him down for a long, deep kiss.

He loves the feeling of Harp on top of him, loves Harp’s sheer size, how it makes Parker feel small and protected, like something precious. He loves, too, the weight of Harp pressing him down into the mattress, and the way Harp braces himself, always aware, never letting Parker feel uncomfortable, even for a second.

I love you, I love you, I love you, his heart is saying in a rapid staccato, but instead, he smiles up at Harp shyly.

“Can I… get on top? I think it’ll be a little easier, at first.”

Harp smiles and laughs.

"Yeah," Harp says, leaning one last time to kiss Parker's forehead. "That's perfect, baby."

They roll over together, a tangle of limbs and lips and kisses, and when Harp is settled on his back, he reaches for the bottle of lube, but Parker stops him.

“Wait—just a second—” he says, pressing a line of kisses down Harp’s stomach, still holding Harp’s gaze. He straddles Harp’s thighs, wrapping his hand around the thick base of Harp’s cock to steady it, and licks a long stripe up the underside before sucking the head inside his mouth, flicking his tongue over the tip.

Harp lets out a strangled gasp, and Parker doesn’t hold back, swallowing down along Harp’s length, in quick, relentlessly rhythmic strokes, until his cock is thoroughly slicked.

“Okay,” he says, pulling off with a grin, wiping his mouth. “Now you can.”

* * *

The bubbleof anxiety is broken—because of course Parker doesn't expect anything unreasonable from him, because Parker knows him and knows his body and even if it were the worst sex of both their lives, it would still be the best because it's them, because Parker is smiling at him and beaming like this is the best gift he's ever been given.

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