Page 303 of Untouchable

Parker paints a slow stripe over him and then pulls away, still holding him by the hips. "Do you want to?"

"No," Harp says hoarsely. "I want to come in your ass."

Parker presses his face against Harp’s ass and whines, a throb of want pulsing through his whole body.

“Oh, fuck—” he says. “Yeah, uh—that—I want that—”

Almost as quickly as Parker pulls back, Harp switches their positions, gently scooping Parker so that he's on his back in bed and then hitching up Parker's hips, folding him up, broad hands on his thighs. Parker lets out a surprised little gasp as he finds himself suddenly spread before Harp.

"That alright?" Harp asks with a smile, stopping to kiss Parker's inner thigh.

“Oh god—yes—please, Harp—anything,” Parker gasps. He feels utterly exposed and vulnerable, on display for Harp, but nothing about that feels bad. He loves this. He loves Harp. He loves how safe he feels around him.

* * *

Harp holdsParker's hips in the air, steadying him as he returns the favor at an accelerated rate, lapping against Parker's hole, his thighs, kissing his ass. He feels almost frenzied for Parker for a moment and has to remind himself to slow down, that he's not going anywhere, that they can do this whenever they want and it doesn't have to change.

It'll only get better, Harp realizes now—because it gets better every time, it seems.

Yes, eventually all of this will feel like a familiar vocabulary. But that's when the conversation just starts getting good.

He can have this—a lifetime of this, if he's lucky.

Harp realizes that he's humming into Parker's ass, squeezing his hips too hard, but he doesn't stop. He reminds himself for what feels like the hundredth time that he's allowed to feel this way, that Parker deserves to know how wild he drives Harp.

* * *

With the wayHarp is holding Parker’s hips up, Parker can’t thrust himself against Harp’s mouth the way he wants to, so he settles for clinging to the sheets and moaning, letting out a steady stream of only vaguely coherent praise and pleas for more. He loves the possessive, almost feral way Harp lavishes attention on his hole, and he can’t help reaching down to stroke his cock, which is leaking a steady stream of precum onto his stomach.

Harp stops for a moment and Parker lets out a whine of protest.

"Please—don't stop," he begs as Harp lowers him to the bed.

Harp kisses him gently and strokes him.

"I need lube, baby," Harp says when they part.

Parker laughs breathlessly, pushing himself up onto his elbow as he watches Harp reach over.

“I guess that’s a good reason to stop,” he says, one hand still stroking himself. He bites his lip, his cheeks flushed with anticipation. A moment later, Harp is back, and Parker's breath snags as Harp presses a slicked finger into him.

"You good?"

“Yeah—” Parker gasps. He licks his lips and smiles up at Harp. They’re both still for a moment and Parker tosses his head back, letting out a long, contented sigh at the feeling of fullness. He knows that soon it won’t be nearly enough, but for now—

He grabs onto his own thighs, pulling his knees up further against his chest to give Harp better access. Harp slowly begins to work his finger in and out of Parker’s ass, and Parker hums appreciatively.

“Hey Harp?” he says, his eyes opening suddenly. He cocks his head to the side. “Have you ever bottomed?”

* * *

Harp almost can't makesense of what Parker is asking him at first because he's so caught up in the moment of teasing Parker open. But when he makes sense of it, he laughs.

"No," Harp says through a fond chuckle. "Why do you ask?"

“I was just curious,” Parker says with a grin. “You top like—oh—you’ve bottomed before. Like, you’re—oh, fuck—really thorough.” His eyes flutter shut and he lets out a long breath. “You can add another.”

Harp does as he's told, pressing in slowly. He thinks about what Parker is saying and supposes he doesn't know how he knows what to do when. He's always just listened to what his partner's body told him.

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