Page 302 of Untouchable

Harp does so,his movements stiff, and Parker can tell he’s overthinking things. He climbs on top of Harp, laying his body against him so Harp can feel how hard Parker still is. Parker kisses the back of Harp’s neck and then brings his lips to brush Harp’s ear.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I’m going to make this so good for you.”

With that, he begins to plant a trail of kisses down Harp’s spine, making slow but steady progress southward, running his hands over the smooth skin of Harp’s back and sides. He’s not sure if he can actually hold up his promise to make it good. Parker isn’t exactly highly skilled in the art of rimming—Cole hadn’t liked it much, giving or receiving. Still, he’s not not experienced. And, god, he’s looking forward to this.

When he reaches Harp’s hips, he gently nudges Harp’s legs apart. When Harp shifts only a few inches, Parker laughs and spreads his legs a little more firmly, so Parker has room to lay between them.

“Trust me, okay?” he says, planting a kiss on the curve of Harp’s frankly gorgeous ass. Harp grunts something that sounds suspiciously like I’ll try, and Parker smiles. He starts slowly, simply running his hands over Harp’s ass and the backs of his thighs, interspersing his touch with kisses, some gentle and chaste, others a little lascivious, taking little nips of Harp’s skin. He wants Harp to relax, because he can feel how self-conscious Harp is in how he is tensing his body.

* * *

Harp feels suddenlylike he's back on Parker's table on the first day, nervous and waiting to be touched—and he has to force himself back from it, from the idea that anything with Parker could be less than perfect, could be a cause for anxiety.

He knows Parker wants him to relax as he kneads Harp's ass and his thighs, and there is a part of Harp that enjoys the ease of tension, the muscular bounce as Parker manipulates his body with strong hands.

Harp wills himself to breathe deeper, to enjoy the sensations of Parker's lips and tongue on him, trying not to draw a sharp breath when Parker finally spreads him. He has to try not to flinch as Parker’s fingertip brushes lightly across Harp’s hole, as Parker kisses the base of his spine.

“Still okay?” Parker asks.

"Yeah, yes," he says, even as he's wracked by shiver.

Harp has never felt so exposed in front of another human being, and suddenly he understands for the first time how much trust he'd asked from his partners, what an odd gift it is to let another person put you in this position. Parker's hands are warm on his skin and Harp reminds himself of who he is with, of the fact that he would happily drop whatever he's doing to eat Parker's ass, and the idea that maybe he can really trust this is something Parker actually wants.

* * *

Parker lowers his head,pressing a gentle kiss against Harp’s hole. Harp seems about as relaxed as he’s going to get, which is not very relaxed at all, but Parker is beginning to feel very confident he can change that. The thought of Harp moaning and arching against him, fucking himself back against Parker’s mouth makes Parker’s cock twitch and leak, and he shivers with pleasure. Parker spreads Harp a little further and licks a long, slow path from the base of Harp’s balls and over his hole, all the way up to the base of his spine.

"Oh my God," Harp breathes out.

“Good?” Parker asks. “Can I… keep going?”

"Please," Harp says, nodding, breathless.

Parker smiles, and, encouraged, does it again, loving the long, low groan he teases out of Harp. He begins to lavish attention over Harp’s hole, alternating between long, sweet strokes and swirling his tongue across it, fast and hard, and every kind of movement in between, learning what kind of noises he can get Harp to make. It’s the best game he’s ever played.

* * *

The sensation isunlike anything Harp’s felt before—as intense as someone licking the head of his cock but different, hot and slick and almost ticklish in a way that makes Harp feel like his belly is full of pop rocks.

He feels like he's just discovered magic exists at 44. Better late than never.

Harp had gone soft in his nervousness but the slick heat of Parker's tongue has him hard and desperate again in almost no time. His cock pulses, trapped between his body and the pillow, and it's difficult not to squirm back against Parker's face and beg him for more.

After a moment, though, his brain catches up with him. When Harp is rimming Parker, he loves nothing more than the thought of Parker desperate and strung out, pressing back to fuck himself on Harp's face. There's nothing wrong with letting Parker know how good this is, he realizes. Harp begins to move a little, rocking his hips back and letting out a long, low moan.

Parker notices the difference immediately.

“Goddamn, Harp,” Parker says, pausing just long enough to get the words out. “I’m so fucking hard right now.”

"Me too," he groans, tangling his hands in the sheets as he grinds against the pillow, against Parker's mouth. "You're so good... That feels... fucking unreal."

Harp never could've imagined that he could relax with his ass in someone's face—especially someone as gorgeous and wonderful as Parker—but he finds himself near boneless when Parker steadies him with vice-strong hands on Harp's hips, licks deeper into him now. He doesn't fight to move now that Parker is holding him, overwhelmed by the sweet sensation of it all, by the absolute newness.

* * *

Parker goesat it with renewed enthusiasm, more confident in his abilities now. He squeezes Harp’s hips to encourage him to keep moving, and he thinks distantly that, if he could bring only one sex act to a deserted island with him and Harp, it would be this. He can’t even tell what’s better—having Harp’s talented tongue pushing into him, or knowing that it’s him giving Harp such a sweet sensation, teasing out all these noises and gasps.

"You're gonna make me come like this," Harp says, groaning.

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