Taken by the Mafia ✧⁠*⁠。

Episode 37

The morning sun was barely peeking through the curtains of Santa’s bedroom when he stirred awake. His eyes fluttered open, and he could feel the warmth of Perth’s body beside him. Perth was still sound asleep, lying shirtless next to him, his arm draped lazily over Santa's waist. Santa couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful Perth looked when he was asleep, his usual smirk replaced by a soft, relaxed expression.

Carefully, so as not to wake him, Santa slid out of bed. The cool air hit his skin, and he shivered slightly as he tiptoed to the bathroom. Today was the day he’d see his old teammates, and the excitement bubbled in his chest. He hadn’t seen them in so long, and Riki had made it clear that it would be a surprise for the others. The thought of reuniting with them made his heart race with anticipation.

Once inside the bathroom, Santa took a quick, refreshing shower. The water felt soothing against his skin, washing away the grogginess from sleep and replacing it with a sense of energy. After drying off, he put on a comfortable outfit, something casual yet stylish, perfect for meeting old friends. His excitement was palpable as he checked his reflection in the mirror, making sure he looked good for the day ahead.

When he was done, he quietly padded back into the bedroom, sneaking a glance at Perth, who was still asleep. Smirking to himself, Santa climbed onto the bed slowly, moving deliberately as he positioned himself over Perth. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Perth’s lips, causing him to stir slightly. Perth’s eyes remained closed, but a small grin appeared on his face.

"Phi, wake up," Santa whispered, his lips brushing against Perth’s as he spoke. "You need to drive me to the mall."

Perth groaned softly, still half asleep. "One more kiss and I’ll wake up," he mumbled, his voice husky from sleep.

Santa pouted, but he leaned down again and kissed Perth once more, intending for it to be quick. But just as he was about to pull away, Perth’s hand shot up, wrapping around the back of Santa’s neck, preventing him from breaking the kiss. Before Santa could react, Perth deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past Santa’s lips, causing him to moan softly in surprise. The sensation sent a jolt through Santa’s body, and his face flushed with embarrassment at how easily Perth could get that reaction out of him.

When Perth finally pulled back, his smirk was undeniable. "Just that, and you’re already moaning?" he teased, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Santa, flustered and a bit embarrassed, lightly smacked Perth’s chest. "You're the worst," he muttered, pouting as he slid off the bed. "I’ll wait for you downstairs."

Perth chuckled, watching as Santa left the room, clearly trying to regain his composure. Once alone, Perth stretched out on the bed for a moment, grinning to himself before finally getting up to take a shower.

Downstairs, Santa made his way into the kitchen where Aunty Mai was bustling around, preparing breakfast. The scent of fresh toast and scrambled eggs filled the air, and Santa greeted her with a bright smile. "Good morning, Aunty Mai,” he said cheerfully"

Aunty Mai turned to him with a warm smile. "Good morning, Santa. Are you going to eat breakfast here?"

Santa shook his head. "No, I’ll have breakfast outside with my friends today," he explained, though his eyes wandered to the stack of toast on the counter. He couldn’t resist. "But I’ll steal one of these," he added with a grin, quickly snatching a slice of toast before Aunty Mai could protest.

As he took a bite, Jeff and Barcode shuffled into the dining area, still waking up. Barcode yawned widely, his hair slightly messy from sleep. He spotted Santa eating the toast and smiled. "Phi, tell the others I said hi, okay?"