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It was just supposed to be a joke. A little teasing to lighten the mood after the awful day they had had. Ford and Arthur arrived at Ford’s quarters with poor Arthur covered in questionable muck from their latest adventure. Ford, being by far the cleaner of the two, conceded the first shower without prompting while Arthur grumbled his thanks.
Ford even generously left a bundle of clean clothes by the bathroom door with what he thought would be a funny surprise that would give Arthur something to have a nice rant about, lifting his spirits. Settling on the couch flipping through the guide, Ford waited for the fireworks.
~~~~~
Hearing the water turn off, Ford smirked to himself imagining Arthur’s initial reaction but when no yell came Ford frowned.
A light cough from the doorway had Ford whipping his head round to see Arthur standing there with his compact, muscular body bare and damp save for a pair of Betelgeusian blue (or the nearest approximation of Ford's favorite color from back home) panties.
They were a confection of silk and lace with a line of ruffles contrasting nicely with Arthur’s pale skin. His sparse reddish body hair only served to make the sight all the more tempting. Ford’s mouth went impossibly dry as his blood headed south.
All he could manage was a dry rasp barely above a whisper, “Arthur.”
Finally tearing his eyes from his partner’s delectable body, Ford looked Arthur in the eyes and caught his look of smug satisfaction before he said lightly, “Yes, Ford?”
The teasing challenge in his partner’s voice spurred Ford up off the couch and into Arthur’s space crowding him back against the door jam.
“Arthur,” rumbled out of Ford’s throat questioningly with his hands not quite touching. Arthur arched off the jam pressing into Ford in one long sensuous roll.
“What? Don’t you like them, Ford?” Arthur all but purred locking eyes with his friend.
With a growl, Ford closed the scant distance between them sweeping his hands down Arthur’s flanks and pulling him into a searing kiss. It was wet and hot as Ford pressed Arthur back against the doorway all the while running his hands along the frilly edges of the panties.
“Fuck, Arthur,” Ford said with feeling when he pulled back for air, “You’re so fucking pretty.”
Ford promptly kissed away the stunned look that that declaration brought, before tearing himself away from Arthur completely.
Confusion had barely registered on Arthur’s face before Ford was on his knees sliding his hands up Arthur’s legs settling on his thighs with his thumbs caressing just under the hem of his panties.
Ford locked eyes with Arthur once more before pressing his face to the blue fabric straining to contain Arthur’s erection.
Arthur let out a moan as Ford breathed warm, moist air into the crotch of his panties before mouthing at his cock through the fabric.
“Oh God, Ford,” moaned Arthur as he brought up his hands running them over Ford’s short cropped hair.
Finally, Ford worked his way up to the darkened patch where Arthur’s precum had soaked into the panties and laved at the spot with his tongue earning a sharp, appreciative tug on his ears. Ford hummed and then sucked fully at the head drawing a taste of Arthur through the fabric all while holding Arthur’s hips steady so that he could not buck into his mouth.
“Please, Ford. Please,” Arthur begged as Ford pulled away again, batting his partner’s hands away before seizing his hips and flipping him around.
“Not until I’ve had my fill of you in these panties,” Ford rejoindered with a smirk which was met with a huffed laugh until he leaned in and nipped at the nearest buttcheek.
“Hey!”
“Sorry, luv,” Ford said, not sounding sorry at all as he reached up and grasped two handfuls of Arthur’s downright mouthwatering arse giving them a nice long grope before spreading the cheeks and running his thumbs down the crack looking for his hole.
“Wha-,” was all that Arthur was able to say before Ford leaned in and licked wetly at his cloth-covered hole.
“Hhnaagah,” said Arthur as Ford continued to lick and suck at his hole through the fabric.
Ford was in heaven pressed between Arthur’s cheeks. But when Arthur arched and canted his hips back Ford had to press the heel of his hand into his erection to keep from cumming at the evidence of Arthur’s eager enjoyment.
Standing abruptly, Ford let out a little chuckle at the whine of protest from Arthur but without fully taking his hands off of him he began to herd his partner towards the couch while stripping off his shirt and undoing his trousers.
When they reached the couch, Arthur went to slip off the blue panties but Ford grabbed his hands and used his hold on them to draw Arthur into a forceful and wet kiss that left him breathless and panting.
“Leave them,” Ford growled as he pulled back. “I’m going to make you cum in those pretty panties.”
“Jesus.”
“No, Ford.”
Arthur laughed, “You dork.”
“Now, get on the couch luv.”
“Sir, yes Super Seal sir,” Arthur quipped before getting on the couch facing the back with his knees spread wide and inviting the blue panties stretched taut over his ass.
Giving Arthur’s arse a light slap, Ford leaned over to the side table and fished out a bottle of lotion. With two fingers coated, he used the other hand to pull aside the panties and teased at Arthur’s damp pucker.
“Ford, come on,” Arthur insisted right before one of Ford’s long fingers pushed into him causing him to moan and clench.
“Relax luv,” Ford murmured.
With a huff, Arthur did just that and Ford pressed both lotion covered fingers into him moving them in and out looking for just the right spot. . .
Arthur let out a heartfelt moan and Ford grinned.
After fingering Arthur for a minute, Ford withdrew his fingers and snagged the lotion again to coat his newly freed cock.
Grabbing the panties once again, Ford lined his cock up to Arthur’s hole without pushing in, “Are you ready, luv?”
“Damn it, Ford! Now!”
And with that Ford pressed in as Arthur bore down.
It would have been easier to fuck Arthur if he wasn’t wearing the panties, but Ford loved the sight of all that silky material rucked up to bare Arthur’s hole being spread wide on Ford’s cock.
“You are so fucking pretty,” Ford praised while thrusting into his partner with abandon, “So pretty when I’m fucking you, Arthur. You should always be wearing panties so that I know that just under your clothes there is a pretty present for me to unwrap. All for me. All mine.”
Arthur seemed incapable of doing anything but moaning and whining and shivering through Ford’s little speech as he thrust back to meet him.
When Ford felt close, he leaned forward and reached for Arthur’s cock still trapped inside the panties.
“Cum for me Arthur,” and with no more prompting, Arthur came inside his panties.
As soon as Arthur relaxed from his orgasm, Ford pulled out, and with a few rough pulls on his cock he also came on Arthur’s soiled panties.
~~~~~
Once they had both caught their breath, Ford and Arthur stood up by the couch. Ford shucked off the rest of his clothes before flopping naked onto the couch leaving Arthur to remove his cum-soaked panties far more gingerly.
“You’re an animal, Ford.”
“Mmm,” was Ford’s only response until Arthur had freed himself from the ruined panties when he dragged the now naked Arthur down onto the couch for a snuggle.
Pressed skin to skin laid out on the couch Arthur asked, “Did you plan for this to happen? When you gave me the panties with the other clean clothes?”
Ford doesn’t answer right away, luxuriating in the feeling of Arthur against him before admitting, “It was just supposed to be a joke, something that we could laugh about.”
Arthur went completely still in Ford’s arms.
“But,” Ford continues, “I can’t deny that I’d thought about it before, fantasized about you wearing panties. So, I guess, subconsciously I was testing the waters so to speak.”
Arthur seemed to melt back into Ford, warm and pleased.
“Well, I hope you have other pairs because I don’t think these ones are ever going to be the same again,” Arthur joked.
Ford hummed and pulled Arthur close, “Oh don’t worry, there are plenty more where those came from.”
The End.