Page 301 of Untouchable

Instead, he channels the impulse into pleasing Parker, finally licking his flushed head, lapping away precum and savoring it for a moment—a taste so distinctly Parker—before sinking down around him, taking his cock deep with one stroke.

“Oh, god, Harp,” Parker moans, his eyes fluttering shut as Harp swallows down around his cock. Helplessly he scrabbles at the sheets, holding on for dear life, and his other hand finds the back of Harp’s head, tangling in his hair.

Harp takes him, swallowing greedily, urged on by the way Parker's fingers twist in his hair. He keeps up a steady, fast pace for a moment, just enjoying the payoff, enjoying the taste of Parker and the moment of satisfying him as best he can.

As Parker falls into a rhythm of breaths and moans, though, Harp remembers himself and slows down, peppering in kisses and strokes with his hand in between long swallows down the length of his cock.

* * *

“God damn,” Parker says. He spreads his legs a little further and throws his head back against the pillow. “Fuck—god, Harp—you’re so good at that—oh my god, ah—”

He’d been expecting teasing, a perfectly drawn-out torture designed to drive him wild, but this—the sensation, the unexpectedness, and most of all, knowing it is Harp—sends him nearly out of his mind.

He’s glad that Harp is alternating between using his hand and his mouth, because otherwise Parker knows he’d come far too early. He’s always been able to get off easily, but he knows this newfound desperation is 100% because of Harp.

He gasps as a particularly deep swallow pushes him closer to the edge than is safe and shifts backwards, pushing Harp’s head away. Harp looks up at him, hazy-eyed and confused.

“Are you okay?” he asks, frowning. Parker laughs breathlessly.

“Yeah, I’m more than okay—” he says. “I just—needed to stop for a moment—didn’t want to finish—”

He pulls Harp up to him and kisses him deeply.

“I wanna try something,” Parker blurts out, looking up at Harp.

"Anything," Harp says without hesitation.

Parker grins as he pushes Harp aside and wriggles out from underneath him.

“Lay on your stomach,” Parker says.

"Why?" Harp asks, dumbfounded.

Parker’s grin widens.

“Because I wanna… y’know…” He makes a gesture with his hand that looks nothing like what he’s intending. “I wanna… eat you out.” His smile falters for a moment. “I mean… is that… okay?”

* * *

Harp flushesand his cock throbs at the words. He loves doing it for Parker—would want to do it even if Parker didn't particularly care about it—but it's somehow never occurred to him to ask for it in return. In all of the furtive hookups he'd been through, it was never offered to him. Things were too rushed, too anonymous, too fast for that.

"Nobody's ever—... Are you sure you wantto?"

Parker’s eyebrows shoot up so high they practically disappear into his hairline.

“Wait, you’ve never—” he says. “I mean, fuck yes, I want to, but… I mean, I don’t want to force you or anything.”

"I'm sure it feels good, I just—y'know it's, uh. You're very waxed and perfect and I'm… not any of those things"

Parker laughs.

“How many times do I have to tell you?” Parker says, poking Harp gently in the shoulder. “I’m into it.”

Harp decides not to argue and rolls to his belly gracelessly, immediately self conscious. He'd never put much thought into how exposed the position would make him feel and Harp has to remind himself that this is Parker.

“Here—” Parker says, grabbing a pillow and shoving it at Harp. “Put it under your hips.”

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