Page 306 of Untouchable

"I love it when you're a brat," Harp teases before reaching up to bring Parker down into a kiss.

"Back up with me and then I'll let you move," Harp says, scooting back in the bed. He brings Parker with him until he's sitting more upright against the headboard, guiding Parker by the waist to stroke down into his lap.

“Oh, Christ,” Parker moans as they shift positions. He reaches over Harp’s shoulders to grab the headboard, and with the leverage he’s able to rock his hips, driving himself down onto Harp’s cock and letting out a breathless little cry.

* * *

Harp iscontent to let Parker go for a few beats, still holding him lightly by the waist and tracing his movements as Parker moans and bounces in Harp's lap. After a moment, though, it's not enough and he wants that body-to-body contact, wrapping his arms around Parker's torso, stilling him, squeezing him, and rocking his hips up off the bed. The headboard thumps against the wall but it doesn't deter Harp. He's an expert, after all, at repairing drywall.

“God, fuck—Harp—” Parker says, desperation creeping into his voice. “Please, oh, fuck, I’m close, I’m close—”

He buries his face in Harp’s neck, and Harp loves how close they feel, how raw and urgent Parker’s need for him is.

Even so, Harp hugs Parker to his body and slows. Parker whines in dismay.

"Slow, baby," Harp says soothing even as his own cock is aching with need, crying for more friction as Harp stills them.

"Harp, this is torture," Parker says.

"You can come—just not like this."

"How then?" Parker asks, sounding like he's almost on the edge of tears.

"I'll give you whatever you want. Just tell me."

Parker groans in frustration, but he’s smiling. For a moment, Harp worries that he’s too fucked out to even say much more than “please.”

“I don’t care,” Parker says, his voice hoarse, pressing their foreheads together. “Just please don’t keep teasing me like this. I feel like I’m gonna lose my damn mind.”

"Do you want to turn over?" Harp asks, breathless at the thought of it, of being able to move freely and give Parker exactly what he wants.

* * *

“However you want—fuck me, please—”

He rolls over, expecting Harp to finish the way he had the first time they’d fucked.

Harp hips him up, guiding Parker gently to his knees. Harp loops an arm around Parker's chest, pulling him up so that he's back to belly with Harp, putting another hand possessively across the front of his throat. Parker inhales sharply.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Harp growls into his ear before kissing his neck roughly. "I still can't believe I get to have you."

Parker tenses at first. He doesn’t like facing away from a partner, the distance that creates. But then Harp’s hands are on him and Parker lets out a high little whimper at the feeling of Harp’s large hand, firm but gentle, resting on his throat. The possessiveness in the gesture, the ownership in his voice, send golden sparks shooting down his spine. He reaches back, grabbing Harp’s hips and holding himself against Harp.

For once, Parker doesn't shy away from the pause, the break in action while the two of them simply appreciate each other. As if to reward him for his patience, Harp moves a hand from Parker's throat to his cock.

“Oh goddamn,” Parker says softly, laying his head back against Harp’s shoulder as Harp gently strokes him.

* * *

They rock togetherfor a moment just like this, Parker grinding back against him, grasping at his hips as Harp strokes him slowly. He knows that once they start again, it's the beginning of the end, that not even he will have patience to stop them again—and so he pauses to savor this instead, having Parker in his arms, alternately teasing and satisfying him, feeling the entire length of his body, feeling the air in Parkers throat as he lets out moans with each breath.

Parker moans something unintelligible as he reaches up with one hand to the nape of Harp’s neck and turns his face up towards Harp.

"Please," Parker says, finally forming a word as he bucks into Harp's hand. "Harp, please."

Harp steadies Parker by the chest as he moves to line himself up. Parker gasps as Harp sinks in again and from the first thrust of his hips, they're both groaning, a mess of hands and lips as Parker reaches back to touch Harp, as Harp kisses his jaw, his cheek, holds Parker to his chest, rutting against him slow and deep.

Harp is close—is done holding back—and his hips seem to move without any instruction from his brain, rocking in time as he chases the pleasure building in his belly. He moves them again, gently pressing Parker down so that they're both on their knees, so that he can wrap one arm around Parker's chest and the other around his hips.

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