Page 304 of Untouchable

Harp snorts. "You know, I was married for like fifteen years," he reminds Parker. "I'm not a complete beginner."

“Oh, god,” Parker breathes as Harp continues, digging his fingers into his thighs at the sensation. “It’s, like—oh—different though, isn’t it? Like being with a—oh god that feels good—a woman?”

"It is different. But most of it translates. Besides, butts are all the same—and yours is by far my favorite," Harp says, smiling and kissing Parker's thigh, trying to divert the conversation away from Cherry.

“Wait—” Parker says. “You and Cherry did—like—really?

"Do you think you're the only person who ever liked it?" Harp asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No, but I just kinda figured… y’know… Did she, like, want that—ah, oh my god—”

Finally, Harp thinks. It took a minute but he's finally found Parker's prostate and he crooks his fingers sweetly, hoping that Parker will forget wherever that line of questioning was going.

"I think we have better things to do than talk about my sexual history," Harp says, stroking his fingertips just right.

Parker starts to say something, but he loses his words completely as Harp begins to pump his fingers into Parker’s ass faster, hitting his prostate perfectly with each stroke. Parker is left open-mouthed and gasping.

Harp slows down after a minute, after it's clear that Parker isn't going to try and pick the conversation back up, and asks, "Are you ready for another?"

"Yeah," Parker breathes out. "Please.

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Parker takes a long,deep inhale as Harp slides a third finger in. He tries to move his hips before his body is fully adjusted, wanting to move things along quicker, but Harp steadies him with one hand, pressing a kiss to the underside of his thigh.

“Slow down, baby,” Harp murmurs. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Parker whines in frustration, but Harp is right. He sighs and forces himself to relax. He reaches up to cup Harp’s face with one hand, running his thumb along Harp’s cheekbone. Harp leans into his touch.

Parker whines again and Harp strokes against his prostate one last time before kissing his thigh and pulling away, letting Parker down onto the bed.

Parker watches as Harp retrieves his lube and slicks himself before returning to him, kneeling between his legs and kissing him deep.

"I want you just like this," Harp says, holding Parker's chin in place possessively.

Parker’s vision goes a little hazy and his pulse quickens. He loves when Harp touches him like this, greedy and territorial and firm, and Parker lets out a soft little moan as a vivid memory comes back to him—that afternoon at The Stewart, Harp’s hand on his throat and Harp’s fingers in his ass as he came without even touching his own cock.

He kisses Parker deep and then sits back on his heels to line himself up, stroking a hand down Parker's chest, his belly, before hitching up his hips. Just like before, Parker can’t quite get enough leverage to move himself, so all he can do is relax into the feeling of taking Harp’s cock all the way to the base. Parker breathes in and out slowly, luxuriating in the feeling of Harp’s fingers digging into his hips, of Harp’s hips nestled against his ass, of Harp deep inside him.

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Harp groans,still holding Parker steady as he bottoms out.

"Fuck, baby," Harp says softly, squeezing his eyes shut. "I love you." It's almost too much to handle, the reality of the moment, the reality that Parker loves him and that it's okay for him to love Parker, okay for him to have a life he loves, okay for him to be forgiven and to forgive himself.

Parker is a gift—supernaturally kind and sweet but with a filthy mind. What did I ever do to get so lucky? Harp wonders as he rocks out slowly, letting go and leaning down to catch Parker's mouth in a kiss.

Parker hums into the gentle kiss and brings his hands to Harp’s face to cradle it.

“I love you too,” he whispers when they part, still holding Harp’s face close to his.

Harp shudders as he sinks into Parker again, loving their connection.

Harp had gotten to a point where he lived alone and told himself that he was complete—and perhaps he could've been complete without Parker. But this—this moment of unguarded bliss, just the two of them, with no secrets, no hurts, the same even as different as they are...To be totally himself, naked and vulnerable with his body and his heart, is just as new as it is to be in love, to be loved fully in return. Harp knows that if he could live in one moment, he would choose this one—not because of the simple physical pleasure of it but because of the relief, the steadiness, the happiness that feels so intense it's almost palpable between them.

Harp is lost to it, smiling, rocking his hips gently, kissing Parker's neck. He'd never dared to hope he could feel this good—and now that he's here, he finds that he's brave, he's ready, he wouldn't change a thing that has happened between them. Parker moans and brings him back to the reality of the muscular, lean body writhing under his.

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