CHAPTER 23 🫣❤️.3

Author's note: I'm really scared idk how to flow it well but please everyone bear with me ya 😭💅💕 🔞🔞🔞🔞‼️🚨 IT'S REALLY HAPPENING GUYS SO BE PREPARED-...

"Ngghhhh...mmph~" Perth devoured Santa's lips with a desperate hunger, like a starving man finally tasting his last meal.

Santa lay beneath him, hair in a mess, cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Both of his wrists were pinned firmly above his head in one of Perth's hands, leaving him completely at his mercy.

The other hand roamed freely, sliding beneath the soft fabric of Santa's tank top. Perth's touch was hot and deliberate, fingers spreading wide to tease and caress both of his nipples at once. The sudden jolt of pleasure drew a helpless whimper from Santa's throat, muffled beneath their intense kiss.

Perth's fingers worked Santa mercilessly; rubbing firmly, flicking with precision, sliding up and down, side to side; before settling on the right nipple to deliver a sharp, teasing pinch. Each deliberate movement sent Santa melting deeper into the sheets, his body trembling beneath Perth's hold.

At last, Perth pulled back from their scorching kiss, a thin string of saliva still connecting their swollen lips.

Santa barely managed to drag in a breath of air when a fresh wave of tingles shot through his chest when both sensitive peaks caught in Perth's skilled touch, making his back arch helplessly.

"Mm? Why do they feel puffier than before, kitty?" Perth speaks in between the business.

"Ahhnn...be-because...you k-keep...nggh...teasing them," Santa couldn't hold back his moans any longer, his voice spilling out raw and desperate as his hands instinctively tangled in Perth's hair, dragging his head closer to his chest.

Perth smirked against his skin, eyes flicking up with a teasing glint. "Mm...? tell me, kitty. Are you sure you haven't been playing with them yourself too?" His tone was low and wicked, drinking in the sight of his boyfriend trembling under his touch.

Santa's whole body jolted at the accusation, his cheeks burning hotter than fire.

"I-I...I didn't..." he stammered, voice breaking into another shaky moan when Perth's fingers brushed over the sensitive peaks again. His grip on Perth's hair tightened unconsciously, betraying just how much he was drowning in the pleasure.

Perth chuckled low, the sound dark and smug.

"Didn't what, hm? Didn't think about me touching you like this? Or didn't dare to do it yourself because you knew it wouldn't feel half as good as when I do it?"

Santa bit down on his lip, unable to form a proper answer, his body giving him away far faster than words ever could.

"I-I only... practiced..."

Perth paused, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Practiced?" he repeated, voice thick with amusement. His fingers pinched harder, making Santa gasp and arch.

Santa's cheeks burned as he stammered, "I-I just... wanted to know what you'd like... s-so I could be ready for you, phi..."

Perth let out a low groan, the words snapping his restraint. "Kitty... you're driving me insane," he growled, before crushing their lips together again in a hungry kiss for a bit before Perth brought himself lower.

"Ahhnn!" Santa's cheeks burned as Perth sucked on his now swollen nipples like a hungry baby, yearning for milk.

His tongue teased and teeth grazed just enough to make Santa whimper. Overwhelmed, Santa bit his lip, eyes tearing up from the mix of heat and pleasure.

"Nghhh...h-haah...p-phi..." Santa squirmed helplessly beneath him, praying for a short break to breathe.

But Perth had no mercy.

Still pinning Santa's wrists above his head, he kept devouring his left nipple, lips hot and relentless. His free hand slid lower, slipping easily beneath Santa's shorts until it found the soft curve of his ass. With a deliberate squeeze, he groped firmly, making Santa jolt and gasp under him.

"Ngghhh, p-phi!" Santa squirmed even more.

"Mm...you're all mine today, kitty," Perth murmured against his lips, his voice low and possessive.

With Perth finally releasing his wrists, Santa didn't hesitate; he automatically wrapped his arms tightly around Perth's neck, pressing himself closer. His moans spilled out, low and sexy, right beside Perth's ear, each one trembling with need and delight.

"P-phi, not all...at once, please..."

"You... don't know how much I've been waiting for this," Perth whispered lowly, his hands still busy exploring.

Then suddenly, Perth paused, leaving Santa both confused and breathless, before a sly smirk spread across his face. "Can I... fully undress you now?"

Santa's throat tightened, swallowing hard. "J-just... do whatever you want, phi... Y-you don't need to ask anymore..."

With that, Perth gently but eagerly removed Santa's tank top, exposing the fresh kiss marks painted on his chest, especially around the sensitive nipples he loved so much.

Slowly, lifted up his legs, tugged down Santa's shorts, revealing the cute white underwear with the little pink ribbon at the center and the noticeable tension beneath it.

"Ta... even your underwear is adorable," Perth murmured.

Santa's cheeks burned crimson. "D-don't stare too much! J-Jee picked it out... she said it matched the tank top set..."

"You're just too cute, kitty... it makes me want to bite you all over," Perth whispered, his gaze lingering hungrily.

Perth leaned in for another kiss, this time his left hand teasing Santa's sensitive nipples while his right hand explored lower, giving him intense, unrelenting pleasure.

"P-phi...Mmph...d-don't...!"

In just a few moments, Santa's body gave in, shivering as waves of bliss washed over him. A warm, wet sensation soaked his underwear, leaving him trembling, weak, and utterly spent in Perth's arms.

Santa collapsed back against the sheets, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. His body felt heavy, every muscle tingling with the remnants of pleasure.

"Are you okay, kitty? Do you think you can still go on?" Perth asked softly, his thumb brushing Santa's cheek. He hesitated, remembering how Santa had cried back then, the thought made his chest tighten with worry.

Santa's cheeks flared hotter as he buried half his face into his palms. "U-urm... I actually... practiced a little for the entrance. S-so... it should be okay." His voice trembled shyly.

Perth blinked, caught off guard. "Wait... you practiced? You mean... from the back?" His tone dropped low, almost disbelieving.

Santa gave the tiniest nod, unable to meet his eyes. "Mm... yeah. I just... wanted to get used to it. And... I didn't want you to... keep handling yourself alone in the bathroom anymore."

Another gulp.

"Does that mean... I can't keep that promise anymore?" Perth's voice wavered, half hopeful, half afraid.

Santa didn't answer right away. He only gave the tiniest nod, his body turning slightly to the side as his embarrassment grew hotter.

Perth froze, then let out a low, rough groan before burying his face into Santa's neck. "Ta... you're driving me insane saying things like that."

His lips brushed against Santa's skin as he whispered, "Do you even know how much I've been holding back?"

Santa whimpered, still hiding behind his hands, but his trembling fingers reached out and tugged weakly at Perth's shirt. "...Then don't hold back anymore, phi. I... I want to be yours."

Perth's self-control snapped in an instant. He kissed Santa deeply, hungrily, yet full of devotion, his voice rough between kisses. "Good. Because once I start... I won't stop."...Perth gently lifted Santa's legs, sliding the cute underwear down and tossing it aside. Santa lay there now, bare and vulnerable, his flushed body on full display.

'God... I could look at this every single day and never get tired of it.'

"P-phi... don't stare so much," Santa muttered, covering part of his face with his arm. "You're... basically undressing me even more with just your eyes."

Then, with a shy pout, he added, "And... I don't want to be the only one nakey."

Perth chuckled low, heat burning in his chest. Without a second thought, he stripped off his shirt and pants in one go, leaving only his boxer clinging to his toned body.

Santa's eyes widened, lips parting slightly at the sight.

Perth leaned closer, brushing his lips along Santa's temple. "Don't worry, kitty. I'll make sure you're ready... before I take you."

Perth gently slid his first finger inside, making Santa arch his back at the strange mix of pain and pleasure. He moved it slowly, twisting just enough to loosen the tight entrance while also searching for that one spot he knew would drive Santa wild.

"Hik...p-phi it still hurts..." Soft whimpers and shaky sobs slipped past Santa's lips, his body struggling to adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion. Perth's heart tightened, but he leaned down to press a tender kiss against Santa's lips.

"Shh... it's okay, kitty," he whispered against his mouth. His free hand slipped lower, stroking Santa's smaller length in teasing, steady motions. The conflicting sensations left Santa trembling, caught between the sting of pain and the rush of pleasure flooding his body.

Perth curled his finger just right, "Aannhhh-?!!" and suddenly Santa's body jolted, a broken moan spilling out of his mouth. His legs trembled as if they might give out, but Perth held him steady with a firm grip.

"Found it..." Perth murmured against Santa's ear, smirking at the reaction. He pressed again, attacking that spot over and over until Santa was squirming beneath him, his voice cracking with helpless cries.

"P-phi... ahh-! S-stop... i-it's too much..." Santa whimpered, but the way his body clenched around Perth told a different story.

"You say stop," Perth teased, his lips brushing Santa's flushed cheek, "but your body... it's begging for more."

Adding a second finger, he stretched him carefully, all while keeping up those slow, deliberate strokes on Santa's length. The younger one was already falling apart, torn between wanting to push Perth away and needing him even closer.

When the third finger entered, Santa let out a sharp cry, clutching at the sheets until his knuckles turned white. His whole body trembled, but Perth stroked that sweet spot again and again, mixing the sharp sting with waves of pleasure that had Santa moaning uncontrollably.

"P-phi... ahh- no moree...I-I can't..." he whimpered, legs shaking and tears running down his flushed cheeks.

Worried, Perth immediately slowed down, pressing a tender kiss to Santa's damp forehead. "Ta... look at me. Do you still wanna keep going? I...don't want to hurt you."

Santa, though trembling and flushed, met his eyes and gave the smallest but determined nod. "I-I'm okay... please, continue. I can do it."

Only then did Perth ease in the fourth finger, stretching him wide.

"Nggghh!! Hah..." Santa gasped loudly, almost sobbing at the intense fullness, but Perth's steady rhythm and gentle touches made it bearable, even addictive.

Perth watched Santa carefully, brushing a thumb across his heated cheek as he slowly worked his fingers out. "That should be enough...for me to enter."

Santa panted heavily, body twitching at the loss, his chest rising and falling fast. "P-phi... why'd you stop...?"

Instead of answering, Perth slid back a little on the bed, his eyes dark with both love and hunger.

He hooked his thumbs under the band of his boxers and tugged them down in one smooth motion, finally revealing his growing length; thick, hard, and flushed with need.

Santa's eyes widened, his lips parting in shock. His heart hammered so loudly he was sure Perth could hear it.

"...T-that's supposed to... fit inside me?" he whispered, cheeks burning.

Perth smirked softly but leaned closer, kissing away his doubts. "Don't be scared, kitty. I'll go slow... I'll take care of you. You trust me, right?"

Santa bit his lip, still trembling, but nodded shyly. "...okay."

Perth aligned himself, his breath heavy as he pressed slowly forward.

Santa's body immediately tensed, a shaky gasp spilling from his lips. It felt like something was ripping him apart. "A-aah...nggh...I-I can't, phi..."

"Shhh..." Perth whispered, kissing along his flushed cheeks, down to his neck. "Relax for me, kitty. I'll go slow... I won't hurt you."

Santa whimpered, nails clutching at the sheets, his legs trembling around Perth's waist. "I-It's too big..."

Perth hushed him again, capturing his lips in a deep, lingering kiss, distracting him with warmth.

At the same time, his hand slid down, stroking Santa's sensitive length in steady, deliberate motions. The mix of pain and new pleasure blurred Santa's mind, making his back arch helplessly.

"You're doing so well, kitty," Perth murmured against his mouth, moving only a little deeper with each thrust of his hips. He kissed every tear that escaped from the corner of Santa's eyes, showering him with praise.

"God, you're so tight, Ta...so good..."

"Haaahh....p-phi...it's w-weird...aahh" Santa's muffled moans grew louder as the conflicting sensations melted together.

His legs instinctively hooked around Perth, pulling him closer despite the sting. Suddenly, "P-phi... don't stop..."

Perth groaned softly, burying himself deeper, his lips never leaving Santa's skin as he continued showering him with kisses and gentle bites.

"Good boy... then I won't be polite anymore."

Perth moved slowly, letting Santa adjust to every inch as he sank deeper.  "You...you feel so good, kitty," Perth murmured, his lips brushing Santa's flushed cheeks. "So tight...so perfect."

Santa trembled under him, letting out shaky breaths, feeling warmth pooling between them.

"Nggh..I-I...like it...phi..."

Perth pressed closer, wrapping his arms around Santa to hold him steady, giving him gentle, reassuring kisses along his jaw, neck, and shoulders. With each thrust, Santa's body slowly relaxed into the rhythm, discovering the strange, intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.

"See? You did it..." Perth whispered, trailing his hand over Santa's chest and sides, teasing, comforting, and worshipping him all at once. Santa's soft moans and shivers were all the encouragement he needed.

Pausing briefly, Perth looked into Santa's eyes, voice low and trembling with anticipation. "Kitty...can I...move faster? Are you okay with me?"

Santa's cheeks flushed even deeper, lips parting slightly as he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Hmm...yes, phi..."

Between motions, Perth leaned down to brush his lips against Santa's flushed cheeks, trailing kisses along his jaw and neck, whispering soft words of reassurance.

"You're doing so well...so perfect, kitty. Better than I imagined..."

Santa's hands instinctively clutched at Perth's shoulders, pulling him closer, his body arching instinctively as waves of pleasure washed over him. "P-phi...faster...please..." he whimpered, eyes half-lidded with need.

"With pleasure."

Perth groaned low, pressing himself closer, feeling the heat of Santa's body envelop him. "Ugh, I can't stop, kitty...you feel too good," he whispered, lips brushing Santa's ear.

Each thrust was measured but firm, synchronized with the gentle exploration of other sensitive points, pushing Santa higher and higher.

Perth held him firmly, murmuring sweet words between each movement, reassuring, praising, and teasing, guiding them both to the edge."P-phi...A-aah...I'm coming..."

"Haaah...me too, kitty. Let's do it together."

"Nnghhh!"

And finally, the two of them tumbled together over that edge, hearts pounding, bodies trembling, utterly consumed by the overflowing pleasures.

When it was over, Perth collapsed beside Santa, wrapping him tightly in his arms. "I...we...that was...incredible," he whispered, voice thick with emotion.

Santa buried his face against Perth's chest, shivering slightly, whispering back, "...yea...it felt really good, phi.""...Finally, I'm all yours."

Perth kissed the top of his head, holding him close, feeling every heartbeat sync with his own. For a long while, neither spoke, just letting the warmth, love, and shared vulnerability wash over them....G-GOD I REALLY NEED HOLY WATER.....

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