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"Fuck no. Im not wearing those."
"Why not?"
"Why would i?"
"cause' its hot."
"Gross."
Askeladd plopped himself down on the couch next to the teen who had been watching tv. a little flat box was presented to Thorfinn, and when he reluctantly opened it, he found a pair of lacy black underwear inside. He had immediately shoved the box back into the other man's hands. Askeladd gave him a look of disappointment.
"C'mon, you might like it."
"No way in hell is that happening, baldy."
Yes, there was no way that he would ever wear lingerie of all things, for the geezer.
"Just once." Askeladd pleaded with the boy, looking down at the panties with longing, trying to imagine them on Thorfinn in his mind.
"Please just shut up." Thorfinn grabbed the tv remote and flicked through the channels to convey his disinterest in the current topic.
"These were expensive, y'know." The old man said, lost in a daze as he imagined the black lace wrapped around Thorfinn's form, the thin strip of fabric barely covering the teen's front and sliding between his round asscheeks.
"Return them."
"When do i ever ask you to do anything? Stop being an ungrateful brat." The old man told him.
"Shove it, bastard."
So it was going to be like this. Askeladd had spent forty dollars on the dainty little panties—forty! he didn't care whether or not the boy wanted to, he would wear them.
Even if they would only be taken off shortly after.
"Hey,"
Askeladd set the box aside and leaned closer to Thorfinn, breath tickling the youth's ear.
"Remember those concert tickets you were looking at last night?" His voice was just above a whisper. He spoke in the low tone that he knew got the boy weak in the knees.
"What about them." Thorfinn replied, eyes still glued to the television, already suspicious.
"What if i bought them for you, Hm? Would you feel a little more obliged to wear these then?" A large hand twirled the drawstring of the teen's hoodie.
"You can't just buy my cooperation, baldy."
That wasn't a no—and Askeladd knew he was about to win. honestly Its kind of hilarious that Thorfinn is trying his very hardest to pretend that he wouldn't be absolutely over the moon to have those tickets.
"Well—Have it your way, then." Askeladd sighed, feigning his defeat and pretending to give up. He leaned away and settled back on his side of the couch and simply waited. There was the sound of teeth grinding together. The brat was definitely thinking it over.
A full minute passed. And then much to Askeladd's pleasure, Thorfinn shot up from his spot on the sofa, and snatched the underwear from the box and stomped down the hallway into his bedroom and shut the door behind him.
Hes just so easy to manipulate, its hard not to take advantage of it.
Askeladd grinned to himself, content as he leaned back into the cushions leisurely. He wondered how Thorfinn would come out of that room—perhaps he would replace his current underwear and completely redress himself, and come back out fully clothed, and the old man would have the satisfaction of being able to unwrap the boy like a gift, to see the lingerie underneath. Or he would come out in only the underwear, maybe in a pair of socks too. Both would be fine, Askeladd had zero problems with either outcome—The second one might just be slightly sexier, but the concept of Thorfinn ever being purposefully sexy wasn't something he would count on.
He waited for a few minutes. Then a few more. Then he clicked his tongue and had a look at the clock.
How long does it take to put on some damn underwear?
"What's the hold up? I dont have all day, y'know."
His shout was met with silence.
Askeladd ended up waiting a few more seconds before he decided hes had enough of waiting around. He stood from his seat on the sofa and made way for the brat's bedroom door. He did not knock or announce himself in any kind of way before he turned the handle.
Once the door opened he saw the boy standing infront of the full length mirror, completely red all over and with possibly the most pissed off expression Askeladd has ever seen.
"You could knock y'know-"
The sight was absolutely unforgettable. The older man found himself wishing he had a camera just so he could photograph it and frame it on the wall. And that was not an exaggeration. Askeladd whistled as he stepped closer.
"Those are hot." He ended up right behind the teen, a hand coming down to pull at the waist band and graze the intricate design. The panties looked completely out of place on Thorfinn, the delicate lace of them unfit for someone with an attitude like his. He might be able to pull them off with looks alone, sure, but the second he opened his mouth, any dreams of him being the slightest bit seductive came tumbling down.
"Im taking them off." Thorfinn stated and reached for the elastic,
"Im taking them off." Askeladd corrected, grabbing the boy's wrists before his hands could pull the garment down.
"Shit, let me get a good look at you first, though."
"Bastard..."
Askeladd just eyes him through the mirror. Thorfinn shifts on his feet, now feeling extremely awkward from being stared at. He clenches his jaw and swallows as Askeladd frees his wrists and a large hand grabs his waist.
"Worth the forty dollars, i'd say." Askeladd murmers, having stepped back to get a look at the Thofinn's ass.
Absolutely worth it.
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