Parker exaggerated an eye roll. “You really don’t trust me at all, do you?”
“Would you…oh.” John fisted the sheets and turned his face into the mattress as Parker so very slowly pushed inside him. “Oh, fuck.” Parker leaned over John’s back, ran his hands down John’s arms, and rested his palms over John’s tight knuckles. He brushed his lips seemingly everywhere: John’s shoulders, the back of John’s neck, and upper few knobs of John’s spine, before coming to rest beside John’s ear. “No,” Parker murmured. “I wouldn’t.”
There was a weight in Parker’s words that John probably couldn’t have figured out at the best of times, let alone a moment where his body was trying to re-familiarize itself with being filled, his head was swimming with fantasies, his chest was working overtime to keep tensio
