Unexpected Love *⁠.⁠✧

Episode 22

The day before the trip, Perth stood in his dorm room, staring at the open suitcase on his bed. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and he let out a sigh. Santa, already packed and ready for the trip, walked in with a small smile on his face.

"You need help, phi?" Santa asked, eyeing the mess.

Perth grinned sheepishly. "I could use some. You always seem more organized."

Santa laughed softly and walked over, starting to fold a few shirts. "You’d think you'd know how to pack by now."

Perth leaned against the door frame, watching Santa move around the room. "That's why I have you, Ta."

As Santa focused on folding, Perth slipped quietly behind him, wrapping his arms around Santa's waist. Before Santa could react, he felt the warm press of Perth's lips against the back of his neck.

"Phi, what are you—" Santa started, his voice catching in his throat.

Perth kissed softly at first, trailing his lips along the curve of Santa's neck, then let his tongue flick against the sensitive skin. Santa shivered, his grip on the folded shirt loosening.

"Phi Perth... we’re supposed to be packing..." Santa's protest was weak, barely a whisper.

Perth smirked, his breath warm against Santa's skin. "I know, but I can't resist."

Before Santa could say anything else, Perth’s teeth grazed against his neck, biting just enough to send a shock of sensation through Santa. He gasped, his body tensing before he relaxed into Perth’s embrace.

Santa closed his eyes, biting his lip as Perth continued kissing and teasing his neck. "You are the worst, phi..." he murmured, though there was no anger in his voice—just a mixture of affection and surrender.

Perth chuckled, his lips brushing Santa’s ear. "I know, but you love it."

Santa couldn’t help but smile, leaning back against Perth’s chest as the warmth of the moment filled the room.

Perth lingered behind Santa, his lips still teasing the tender skin of Santa's neck, causing soft shivers to run through him. After a few more playful kisses, Perth finally loosened his hold and stepped back, chuckling at Santa's flushed face.

"Alright, alright," Perth grinned, "let's get back to packing before we end up forgetting everything."

Santa turned around, trying to keep his composure, but his flushed cheeks betrayed him. "You're lucky I already packed everything," he muttered, picking up one of Perth’s shirts from the bed and folding it. "Otherwise, we'd never be ready for tomorrow."

Perth smiled at the sight of Santa diligently folding his clothes. He walked back to his suitcase and started gathering the items Santa had already packed. Together, they worked in silence for a few minutes, the atmosphere between them still warm with the lingering intimacy from moments earlier.

As Santa zipped up the suitcase, Perth sat down on the edge of the bed, watching him with a soft smile. "Thanks, Ta. You always take care of me."

Santa glanced at him, smiling shyly. "Someone has to. You’d be a mess without me."

Perth stood up, closing the distance between them. He placed a hand gently on Santa’s chin, tilting his face up. "You know I’d be lost without you, right?"

Santa blinked, the sincerity in Perth’s eyes catching him off guard. He nodded slowly. "I know, phi."

Perth leaned in and kissed Santa's forehead softly, pulling him into a warm embrace. "I’m really glad you're here with me."