Unexpected Love *⁠.⁠✧

Episode 28

After a warm evening with Perth’s parents, they headed to Perth’s room. Perth carefully helped Santa inside, keeping him steady as Santa hobbled slightly due to his swollen ankle. The room had a comfortable, intimate atmosphere, the soft glow of the lamps casting warm light over the bed. It felt like a space only they shared, a place where they could let down their guard.

Perth leaned Santa against the bed, gently brushing his hand down Santa’s back. "You ready for another shower?" Perth teased, his tone light but with a hint of something more.

Santa raised an eyebrow, amused but feeling the heat in the air between them. "You seem to enjoy these showers a little too much,phi" he replied with a soft laugh, his voice low.

Perth’s eyes lingered on him, the teasing edge of his smile deepening. "Maybe I just enjoy taking care of you," he murmured, his voice dropping, his gaze locked on Santa’s lips.

Santa’s breath hitched at the sudden shift in the mood. The playful banter that usually floated between them felt different now, charged with a tension that neither of them could deny. He nodded, feeling a rush of warmth spread through his chest as Perth guided him into the bathroom.

Once inside, Perth began undressing Santa, helping him out of his shirt with gentle hands. But this time, his fingers brushed Santa’s skin more slowly, lingering in a way that sent a shiver down Santa’s spine. The air was thick with anticipation, the heat of the water mingling with the heat building between them.

Perth leaned in closer as he helped Santa step out of his pants, his breath grazing Santa’s neck. Santa could feel the intensity of Perth’s presence, the closeness making his pulse race. There was no awkwardness, just a quiet understanding of what was happening between them.

As Perth guided Santa under the shower, his hands moved with purpose, washing him carefully but with an unmistakable tenderness. The steam swirled around them, enveloping them in a haze, making the moment feel dreamlike. Perth’s fingers traced the water down Santa’s chest, each touch sending sparks of electricity through Santa’s body.

Santa leaned back slightly, closing his eyes, letting Perth’s hands roam over his skin. He could feel the careful, almost reverent way Perth washed him, and it was making it harder to think straight. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his breath was shallow.

"Phi…" Santa whispered, barely audible over the sound of the water.

Perth paused, his hands still resting on Santa’s shoulders, his gaze intense. He leaned in, brushing his lips against Santa’s neck, barely touching but enough to make Santa’s skin tingle.

"You’re so beautiful, Ta," Perth murmured, his voice low, filled with something deeper than lust. "I can’t stop thinking about you."

Santa’s heart fluttered at the confession, his eyes fluttering open to meet Perth’s gaze. The look in Perth’s eyes was raw, filled with desire, but there was love there too—a kind of yearning that made Santa’s stomach flip.

Before Santa could respond, Perth’s lips found his, slow and deliberate. The kiss was soft at first, testing, but it quickly deepened as Santa kissed back, pouring everything he felt into it. The heat between them was overwhelming, making Santa’s knees weak. Perth’s hands slid up to cup Santa’s face, pulling him closer as the kiss grew more intense, more desperate.

Santa gasped into the kiss, his fingers clutching at Perth’s shoulders, holding on as if the kiss was the only thing keeping him grounded. The water cascaded down over them, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was the way their lips moved together, the way their bodies pressed closer as the kiss deepened, igniting something that had been simmering for so long.