Page 229 of Untouchable

He moans and continues, hips still rocking and chasing the end of release as he fills Parker.

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He feelsHarp begin to come, filling his ass even more than before, and he gasps, thrusting himself back against Harp as much as he can given Harp’s body weighing him down.

“Fuck yes—” Parker says. “Fill me—fuck—god, I love the way you fuck me, I love you—”

He doesn’t mean to say it but then he does anyway, and once it’s out, there seems no point in stopping. They come tumbling out at once, as if the words are racing each other out of his mouth.

“I love you, I love you, I love the way you fuck me, I love the way you make me feel, I love the way you take care of me, I love you, Harp—”

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Harp feelslike he's skipped the last step on a flight of stairs. He's never been so elated and dismayed in the same moment, and his body seems to continue on without him as his mind reels.

The pleasure of his orgasm rakes over him—and there is pleasure in this shock, too, to know that he is loved, to know that against all odds it is Parker who sees him, who cares for him, who loves him. There's something in his gut that almost has him saying the words back to Parker, babbling them back into his mouth—because it's true, isn't it?

Harp loves Parker like he loves air, like he loves the sunrise.

It's such a fact of life that he cares for Parker and wants the best for him and wants to protect him and enrich him and help him—it's something he's almost come to take for granted without ever having said it out loud.

And still it is a stumbling block, it's a slashed tire, it's a wound that guts Harp without warning.

His last romantic I love you had been a part of a bigger context of pain, a cancer, something so far from what he shares with Parker.

And so he is lost as he comes, as he kisses Parker's temple and lets him babble the words, knowing that Parker means them and dreading all that they could lose if they do this thing the wrong way.

As pleasure ebbs, exhaustion seems to settle into Harp's spine and he feels heavy, messy, like he's forgotten where the borders are between himself and Parker.

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Parker feelsHarp collapse down onto him, and he feels deliriously happy. His own post-orgasm haze has faded, and he feels like he wants to sprint to the peak of Storm Mountain and shout for all the pronghorn and feral cats and coyotes to hear that he is in love.

“Oof—” Parker chokes out after a moment. “You’re squishing me a little bit.”

Harp rolls to his side, slumping inelegantly off of Parker and then turning to face him.

Parker scoots closer to Harp, bringing his hand to Harp’s cheek and shifting to plant a quick kiss on Harp’s lips. Harp’s face is inscrutable, and his eyes look distant, but Parker doesn’t mind. If Harp is even a fraction as fucked out as Parker had been, it’ll take him a little while to come back down to earth.

Parker takes charge, pushing Harp gently onto his back and sliding in next to him to nestle against his chest. As he shifts, he feels a slick mixture of cum and lube trickle down his leg, and he finds himself blushing, despite all the explicit things he’d been babbling about to Harp just moments ago.

“God, Harp—” Parker whispers, almost shyly. “I can still feel your… cum in my ass. It’s… really fucking hot.”

* * *

Despite everything,Parker is smiling at him. Harp feels entirely confused. People say the words I love you to hear them back. How could Parker possibly not be mad at him? Harp has just ruined the entire night.

"You're not mad at me?" Harp asks dumbly. He feels impossibly mixed up. Did he misunderstand what Parker had been saying? Was it actually something Parker just said in the heat of the moment, and Harp was too dumb to know that people did that?

Parker laughs, propping himself up on his elbow so he can see Harp’s face.

“For coming? Uh, that was kind of the point.”

He feels like Parker has begun to speak French for all the sense he's making.

"For not... saying it back," Harp says. He hates himself but he can't let it go. Harp needs the clarity, needs to know whether or not Parker meant it.

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