Pretty In Pink (Panties)

Pretty In Pink (Panties)

Darkiplier stared down at the silk, bright pink panties Wilford had given him, his cheeks red. He was standing in the bathroom connected to their room and the door was firmly locked to distance himself from Wilford’s hungry eyes and teasing remarks.

He grumbled as he undressed and grew more and more hesitant to go through with this as each article of clothing hit the floor. He couldn’t believe what Wilford and his filthy mouth could talk him into. He couldn’t believe it, yet here he was, pulling panties - pink panties - up his hips and over the curve of his ass.

He felt immediately stupid.

He tried not to look at himself in their body mirror, because knew he’d look stupid too. The panties hid nothing, and found their way nuzzled between his cheeks. They were uncomfortable there, but Dark knew they would only bunch back up if he pulled the cloth out, so he left it. The silk trapped his cock in the front, and it felt so soft and smooth against it. Dark tried not to squirm at the new sensation, but he couldn’t stop himself from blushing.

He ran his fingers down his body, from his collar bones to his smooth muscles, flat stomach, thin hips, then finally the silk covered shameless bulge between his legs. He couldn’t believe it, but he could feel himself growing hard from this, from how embarrassing it was, but…but also from something else.

Sighing, Darkiplier unlocked the door slowly and stepped outside, naked except the panties. Wilford’s immediate audible gasp had him blushing harder and his cock twitching.

“You…fuck, Dark.” Was all Wilford could manage. He was sitting on their bed, his pants gone. He was in boxers and his white button up, which was ironically unbuttoned to show his tan skin and soft stomach. When Wilford pat his lap, an invitation for Darkiplier to take a seat, Dark found himself moving immediately to the comfort and familiarity of Wilford’s lap.

“I look stupid,” Darkiplier complained as he sat, straddling Wilford. “These don’t look right on me and they’re fucking digging in my ass.”

Wilford chuckled. He rested one hand on Darkiplier’s hip, but the other moved to squeeze his bum possessively. “You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured.

Darkiplier avoided looking at Wilford and seeing the sincerety in his eyes. He was hard now, rock hard and dripping precum on the front of his panties.

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” Wilford laughed. He shifted, grinding upwards to rub his clothed erection against Dark’s. Dark bit his lip to keep from gasping and let out an airy moan. “You feel what you to do me? Your pretty panties make Daddy so hard.”

Dark felt himself blushing. He took over, rocking his hips against Wilford’s hard cock. “N-none of that daddy shit tonight, okay?” He forced out, running his hands through Wilford’s hair. He tugged his head back to kiss his neck, sucking gently on his adam’s apple to make him moan. God, he loved his moans.

“Okay, not tonight,” Wilford moaned. He frot against Darkiplier, moving his other hand to his soft ass as well. He let Darkiplier take control for a moment, let himself be worshipped. “But you still make me so fucking hard. The way those panties hug your ass-“ Wilford gasped when Dark bit down hard, pushing him back with a playful growl.

Darkiplier smirked at him and Wilford smirked back, but he knew Dark. He knew it was just a way for him stop complimenting him, to stop appreciating that gorgeous body.

Wilford sighed. He moved Dark from his lap and stood up. “Come here,” he murmured. Before Dark knew it, Will had a hand in his hair and was dragging him by it to the bathroom. “Let me show you something, baby,” Wilford growled out as the threw the door open. He roughly shoved Dark against the counter top so his lingerie covered ass was poked out for him, pushing back against Wilford’s hips. He ground his cock against Dark’s ass, pulling his hair so he could see what he wanted him to see, their body mirror in the corner. It gave a clear veiw of the scene, of Dark’s goregous slim body, of his beautiful ass, of the pretty, pink silk trapping his cock.

Dark whimpered, aching hard as he was forced to watch himself, forced to see Wilford’s slow thrusts against his ass, and the way he looked, how fucking pretty he was in the lingerie.

“Look at you, baby. Look at what that fucking body does to me,” Wilford grunted, speeding up his thrusts. He reached infront of him to messily fish Darkiplier cock out of the panties and stroke him in a lazy fist. “So fucking beautiful. Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.”

“Will!” Dark cried out. He’d through his head back if he could, if his hair wasn’t being held in a death grip. All he could do was watch himself, watch his own face as Wilford took care of him. His cock throbbed painfully in Wilford’s hand. He was close already, embarrassingly so, but he couldn’t care. “Will! Wilford, please I…fucking just fuck me already Will, fuck,” he begged.

Wilford growled. He yanked down his own boxers, letting them drop carelessly to the floor, but not the panties. Those were gently moved aside with one hand while Wilford fumbled to grab the lube from the medicine cabinet with the other. He easily slicked up his cock and then he was nudging into Dark gently.

Dark cried out, biting into his arm as he was filled. It hurt without being stretched, but Wilford was being gentle and leaving sweet kisses on Dark’s neck that had him melting.

“I love you. I love you so much. God damn, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Wilford murmured into the crook of Darkiplier’s neck once his cock was buried to the hilt.

Darkiplier couldn’t find it in him to respond. He was panting as he clenched around Wilford’s fat cock. He took one of Wilford’s hands and led it to his own cock. He cried out when Wilford began to stroke him hard and fast, in rhythm with his deliciously brutal thrusts, and his head swam to dangerous waters when he came, Wilford only a thrust behind him.

Dark leaned over the counter, with his head buried in his arms as he panted. Every inch of his felt like jello. He groaned, only looking up again when Wilford began to laugh. It was a low and bubbly laugh that drew a curious giggle from Dark as well.

“What’s wrong with you?” Dark asked in a humorous tone.

“I believe we need to get you new panties, darkling. These are a little ruined…” Wilford laughed harder as he hugged Darkiplier around his waist and kissed his neck. “But we’ll worry about that tomorrow. Let’s go to bed, handsome.”

Darkiplier laughed. He wiggled away from Wilford playfully and reached for a wash cloth. “Not until we get clean,” he teased, giggling.