Unexpected Love *⁠.⁠✧

Episode 29

After dinner, Perth and Santa excused themselves, thanking Perth’s parents. Perth’s mom teased them with a warm smile, "You boys must be tired. Go relax!"

Perth glanced at Santa, noticing his slight limp from the still-swollen ankle. "Come on, let’s go take a shower," Perth said softly, wrapping an arm around Santa’s waist to help him up.

Once inside the bathroom, Perth started the shower, letting the steam fill the room as he helped Santa undress. The atmosphere was peaceful, the sound of the water adding to the calming vibe. Perth took extra care, making sure not to put any pressure on Santa’s ankle as they stepped into the shower together.

The water cascaded over their bodies, warm and soothing. Perth stood behind Santa, his hands gently massaging Santa’s shoulders. "Does this feel okay?" Perth asked softly.

Santa nodded, letting out a content sigh. "Yeah, it feels nice."

They didn’t need to say much—just being together like this felt intimate in its own way. Perth’s hands moved carefully over Santa’s body, washing him with gentle strokes, taking care of him without any rush. It was more about the comfort and connection they shared in the moment, the trust that had built between them.

Santa leaned back into Perth’s chest, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation of Perth’s hands on him. "You always know how to take care of me," Santa murmured with a soft smile.

Perth chuckled softly, pressing his forehead against Santa’s damp hair. "I just want to make sure you’re okay."

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After a few quiet moments, they finished showering and got dressed, Perth helped Santa over to the bed, guiding him gently as he made sure Santa’s ankle didn’t bear too much weight. Santa sat down first, his eyes following Perth’s every movement as he slipped in next to him. There was a tension in the air, the kind that made Santa's heart race, and he could feel it too—the way Perth’s gaze lingered on him a little too long, the way his hand stayed on Santa's thigh, warm and comforting.

Perth leaned in, his lips brushing softly against Santa's ear, whispering, "Are you comfortable?" Santa shivered from the closeness, his breath hitching as he nodded, unable to form words.

Without waiting for a response, Perth kissed the soft skin just beneath Santa’s ear, his lips grazing slowly down to his neck, each kiss lingering, teasing. Santa closed his eyes, leaning back into Perth’s touch, his body reacting with every soft, intimate press of Perth’s lips. The kisses moved lower, trailing down Santa’s collarbone before Perth gently nudged him to lay back against the pillows.

"Let me take care of you," Perth murmured, his voice deep and hushed.

Perth shifted so that he was hovering above Santa, his hand moving down to Santa’s thigh, gently massaging it before his lips followed the same path. His kisses moved lower, grazing over Santa’s thighs, slow and deliberate. Santa’s breath quickened, his fingers gripping the bed sheets, his body melting under Perth’s careful attention.

Perth’s kisses became more intense as he moved back up, his mouth finding the sensitive skin along Santa’s neck again. This time, he added a playful bite, just hard enough to make Santa gasp, but not too much to hurt. Santa’s hands instinctively reached for Perth’s shoulders, pulling him closer.

"Phi Perth..." Santa whispered breathlessly, his voice trembling with emotion and desire.

Perth smiled against Santa’s skin, his lips finding Santa’s ear once again. "You drive me crazy," he admitted softly before moving back to claim Santa’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss, one that held all the love and intensity they’d been building between them.