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The fan meeting unfolded like a dream, Perth and Santa beaming with genuine joy as they connected with their adoring fans during this rare, intimate slot. The energy buzzed in the air, fans chattering excitedly, some voices shaky with nerves, others flushed with awe as they handed over gifts and shared quick stories.
Santa's outfit turned heads in the best way—a sheer red mesh crop top layered over a snug black one, exposing his slim waist where a delicate black chain draped like a teasing invitation. His red-and-black skirt hugged his hips, tiny chains swaying against his thigh, while black trouser pants peeked beneath for a playful edge. Black sneakers grounded the look, and his freshly cropped hair, styled into soft curls, framed his face with an air of innocent seduction. A light blush dusted his cheeks, his lips glossed in soft pink, making him irresistible.
Perth, in stark contrast, exuded effortless cool in a white half-sleeve tee that clung just enough to highlight his toned arms, paired with loose wide-leg trousers. Black-and-white sneakers and shades perched atop his hair added that signature rakish charm.
The gifts piled up, revealing the fans' affections loud and clear. Santa's haul brimmed with flowers, adorable headbands, and fluffy plushies, while Perth's included similar cuddly toys—but every single one bore Santa's grinning face. It was no secret how utterly smitten Tanapon Sukhumpantanasan was for Pongsapak Oudompoch.
The event hummed along without a hitch, or so it seemed. Perth's focus splintered; he cherished his fans, flashing warm smiles and laughs, but Santa's every shift, every sway of those chains, hijacked his thoughts. That skirt, the exposed skin—it was torture.
Then came the moment that sent the crowd into a frenzy. A fan shyly offered a tiny Domiia plush, and in a bold, unfiltered move, Perth tucked it straight into Santa's crop top, right against his chest. Gasps rippled through the room, delight mixing with shock—Perth's unhinged streak was legendary, after all.
Mae Add swooped in first, plucking the toy away with a fond eye-roll and stashing it aside. Perth and Santa didn't bat an eye, as if it were the most ordinary thing. For them, in their private world, it absolutely was.
As the event wound down, they sat side by side on their chairs, fielding final questions from the fans. Santa jolted subtly, a soft hitch in his breath no one caught. Under the table, Perth's hand—large, warm, insistent—settled heavily on his thigh, fingers pressing through the fabric.
Perth kept his composure, grinning at the fans as his turn came. He answered with his usual flair, playful and honest, keeping the vibe electric. Santa attempted to brush it off—Phi Perth's touches were a constant, after all—but when that hand began stroking up and down his thigh, palm slick with sweat, heat bloomed like wildfire across his skin.
He clamped his own hand over Perth's to still it, but Perth eased free with a tender slide, resuming the slow, deliberate drags. Santa's world narrowed to that burning path, missing the cue entirely that it was his turn to speak. The last question hung in the air.
“TaTa…” Perth's voice purred through the mic, laced with amusement as he eyed his boyfriend, that small, knowing smile curving his lips.
“Huh? Yes, Phi?” Santa blinked, caught off guard.
Perth couldn't hold back the surge of affection—Santa's cuteness always unraveled him. He leaned in, pinching those flushed cheeks gently while, hidden below, his hand gripped Santa's thigh harder, sliding up to his waist. Fingers hooked the chain, tugging once with a sharp pull that made Santa's breath catch, before dipping lower, cupping the growing bulge in his pants.
Perth swore he felt the shiver ripple through Santa's body, those eyes glazing over for a heartbeat before sharpening. With the fans' view blocked by his frame, no one saw the intimate spark.
“Phii Perthhhh~” Santa whined softly, just for him, before grabbing the mic and delivering a bubbly, teasing response to the fan's question, his voice steady despite the heat pooling low in his gut.
Finally, the event wrapped. They rose together, bowing deeply, voices warm as they thanked everyone, urging them to eat well and rest. Then, they slipped out separately, hearts racing.
In the parking lot, the moment they were alone, Perth yanked Santa into his chest, arms banding around that narrow waist. Santa let out a breathy whine as the grip tightened, possessive and unyielding.
“P-Phi—”
“Hmm, TaTa?” Perth murmured, voice low and rough, his own restraint fraying. It wasn't just him struggling—Santa's gaze had been devouring the tattoos sneaking from Perth's sleeve, the shades pushing back his hair, making him look dangerously hot. Santa ached to burrow under that shirt, to let Perth ruin him right there.
Perth squeezed his waist again, snapping Santa from his daze.
“Wanna go to Phi’s house?” Perth whispered, one hand kneading the soft skin at his side, toying with the chain's cool links, while the other traced lazy circles on his thigh. They leaned against Perth's car, Santa's head lolling onto his shoulder, body melting as he fought the urge to climb him.
“Let’s get my baby home,” Perth cooed, breath hot against his ear, words dripping sweetness that made Santa go boneless, arms looping around Perth's neck.
He popped the passenger door, easing Santa inside before circling to the driver's seat.
“Phi……” Santa breathed, fingers twisting in his lap, eyes pleading.
Perth glanced over, nodding encouragingly. “What is it, baby?”
“C-can I take off the trousers……?” The car lurched to a halt as Perth slammed the brakes, engine idling in the quiet lot.
“Ta,” Perth rasped, eyes darkening as he realized it wasn't a plea—just a heads-up. Santa shot him a quick, bashful look before shimmying the black pants down his legs, kicking them off and tossing them to the back seat.
The skirt settled high on his thighs now, chains brushing coolly against flushed, heated skin. Biting his lip, Santa captured Perth's fisted hand and guided it to his bare thigh, both trembling at the contact. A soft whimper escaped Santa as fingers dug in.
“Fuck, Ta, d-don’t make me fuck you in the car,” Perth groaned, voice strained, cock twitching in his pants at the sight—Santa's legs splayed just enough, skirt riding up to tease the outline of his arousal.
But the plea in Santa's eyes broke him. “Phi, please… I need you. Can't wait,” Santa begged, shifting to press into the touch, his own hand fumbling toward Perth's zipper, fingers brushing the hard bulge there.
Perth scanned the empty lot once more, heart pounding, before shoving his seat back as far as it would go. “C’mere, baby. But first, let Phi take care of you slow… make you feel good before I fill you up.” He reached over, cupping Santa's jaw for a deep, lingering kiss, tongues sliding together lazily, tasting the faint sweetness of lip gloss.
Santa melted into it, a soft moan vibrating against Perth's mouth as hands roamed—Perth's sliding up that smooth thigh, pushing the skirt higher until his fingers grazed the edge of Santa's underwear. “Phi… touch me there,” Santa whispered, breaking the kiss to nip at Perth's lower lip, hips lifting invitingly.
“Shh, I got you, TaTa. Gonna finger this pretty hole first, get you all wet and ready for my cock,” Perth promised, voice husky as he tugged the underwear aside, exposing Santa's leaking arousal. His thumb brushed over the tip, collecting pre-cum and spreading it down the shaft in slow, firm strokes. Santa arched, gasping, “Ah, Phi… yes, stroke it like that… feels so warm.”
Perth hummed approvingly, leaning in to kiss along Santa's neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point while his hand worked lower. One finger circled Santa's entrance teasingly, pressing just enough to hint at entry without pushing in. “You’re so eager, baby… relaxing for me? Good boy.”
“P-Please, Phi… inside,” Santa whined, legs parting wider, the chains on his skirt jingling softly with the movement. His hand clutched Perth's shirt, bunching the fabric as anticipation built.
With a gentle push, Perth's finger breached him, sliding in slow and deep, the tight heat clenching around the intrusion. “Fuck, Ta… so tight already. Feel that? Phi's finger stretching you open.” He curled it experimentally, brushing against that sensitive spot inside, drawing a sharp cry from Santa.
“Oh! Phi, right there… more, add another,” Santa begged, rocking back onto the digit, his cock twitching against Perth's thigh. Pre-cum smeared between them, sticky and hot.
Perth obliged, slicking a second finger with spit before easing it in beside the first, scissoring them carefully to open him up. The wet sounds filled the car, obscene and intimate. “Like this, baby? Two fingers fucking you slow… listen to how sloppy you’re getting.” He thrust them in and out steadily, thumb occasionally rubbing Santa's rim or grazing his balls.
“Y-yes… ahh, Phi, it’s good… burning so nice, deeper,” Santa panted, head falling back against the seat, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead. His hands roamed Perth's chest, tracing the tattoos peeking out, nails scraping lightly.
Perth watched every reaction, eyes dark with lust, whispering encouragements. “You’re doing so well, TaTa… taking my fingers like you were made for it. Gonna make you cum just like this first, then I'll fuck you proper.” He sped up slightly, angling to hit that spot repeatedly, his free hand jerking Santa's cock in tandem—firm pulls from base to tip, twisting at the head.
“Phi Perth ahhhh! Close… oh god, don’t stop, please—ahh!” Santa's body tensed, thighs quivering as pleasure coiled tight. With a few more targeted thrusts, he came undone, spilling over Perth's hand with a drawn-out moan, walls fluttering around the fingers buried deep.
“Good boy… that’s it, cum for Phi,” Perth cooed, milking every drop, kissing Santa through the aftershocks until he slumped, boneless and panting, his eyes dazed and shimmering with tears.
But Perth wasn't done. He withdrew his fingers slowly, earning a whine of protest, then lined up his own aching cock, freed from his trousers—thick, veined, tip glistening. “Now, baby… sink down on me. Take Phi's cock nice and slow in your sloppy hole.”
Santa nodded eagerly, his body shaking, shifting to straddle him awkwardly over the console, skirt hiked up around his waist. He gripped Perth's shoulders for balance. Perth caresses his thighs gently, placing kisses along Santa's neck. “My pretty, sink down ok me baby.” Perth whispered.
The younger trembling boy whined, lowering himself inch by inch, the stretch intense after his orgasm and painful even after fingering. “Nngh… Phi….ahhh…. y-you are so big… splitting me open, feels amazing.” Santa babbled out, Perth gently tucked his hair behind and cooed. Santa quickly wrapped his tongue around Perth's thick fingers sucking on them to ease the pain.
“Fuck, Ta… yeah, just like that. Breathe for me, love how you grip me,” Perth groaned, one hand on Santa's hips guiding him down until he was fully seated, balls pressed against Perth's. He stayed still, letting Santa adjust, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on his tongue, gently pulling the finger out with a loud pop.
“M-move… please, Phi…..ahahhh.fuck me,” Santa pleaded after a moment, starting to rock his hips tentatively, the chains tinkling with each shift.
Perth thrust up gently at first, meeting the rhythm, the car creaking faintly. “Like this? Hmm? Phi's cock sliding in and out… tell me how it feels, baby.” Each push dragged against Santa's walls, the fullness overwhelming.
“S-so deep… hitting everything, ah—yes, harder, please Phi!” Santa cried, bouncing faster, sweat beading on his chest, visible through the mesh top.
Perth's grip tightened, pounding up with more force, the slap of skin echoing. “You’re perfect… riding me so well, TaTa. Gonna fill you up soon my love.”
The pace built unrushed, savoring every gasp, until Santa shattered again, clenching hard as he came with a sob, “Phii Perth! Cumming… oh, Phi! Nghhh Ahhh.”
That pulled Perth over, hips stuttering as he buried deep, spilling hot pulses inside. “Take it… all of me, baby… fuck, yes.”
They clung together, breaths mingling, until Perth softened enough to ease Santa off with careful hands. “Shh, easy now pretty… you did so good, my sweet TaTa. Phi’s got you.” He peppered kisses on Santa's forehead, cheeks, lips—soft and reassuring—while wiping them both clean with a spare cloth from the glovebox.
Santa whimpered at the emptiness, nuzzling closer. “Don’t pull out yet… felt too good.”
Perth chuckled softly, ruffling his hair before sliding two fingers back in that overly stretched hole, coated in their mixed release. “Won’t leave you empty, baby. Gonna finger you the whole way home… keep you nice and full.” He started the car, one hand on the wheel, the other thrusting lazily, curling to massage that spot.
“Nghhh….uhmmm….Ah… Phi…,” Santa moaned, legs splayed, head lolling against the window as the drive began. The motion was gentle, unhurried—fingers dipping in and out, squelching wetly, thumb occasionally circling the rim. Pulling out before ramming back inside the wet hole.
“So sensitive my love. Feel that, Ta? My cum inside you… you like Phi playing with your hole like this?” Perth asked, voice warm, glancing over to see Santa's flushed face, the tip of his tongue lolling out.
“Mmm… love it… squishy, so full… don’t stop, Nghhh..Phi, please,” Santa breathed, hand over Perth's on his thigh, guiding the pressure. Pleasure simmered low, building another slow wave as streetlights flickered by.
“Won’t stop till we’re home. Cum for me again if you want, baby… let Phi hear those pretty sounds.” Perth coaxed, fingers scissoring wider, brushing deeper.
By the third orgasm, Santa was trembling, a soft cry escaping as he clenched around the digits, spilling weakly onto his skirt. “Phi… too much, b-but so good uhmmm… love you.”
“Love you too, TaTa. Almost there,” Perth murmured, withdrawing only when he parked in the driveway, the car quiet now.
Santa was limp, eyes heavy-lidded, body spent from the intensity. Perth unbuckled him gently, scooping him up bridal-style—strong arms cradling his weight effortlessly, skirt dangling, chains cool against Perth's shirt. “Hold on, my love… Phi’s carrying you inside. You’re perfect, did so well for me.”
Santa wrapped weak arms around his neck, burying his face in Perth's shoulder with a content sigh. “Mmm… carry me everywhere, Phi.” A small laugh escaped Perth's lips, an amused smile on his face as he placed a small kiss on Santa's flushed cheeks.
Perth kicked the door shut with a firm thud, the sound echoing softly in the quiet house as he carried Santa through the dimly lit hallway. His arms cradled the smaller man like fragile glass, Santa's head resting against his tattooed shoulder, breaths coming in shaky little hitches. Perth's heart swelled at the sight—those teary eyes, the vulnerability etched into every line of Santa's face. He pushed open the bedroom door with his elbow, the low glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows over the rumpled sheets.
Gently, so gently, Perth lowered Santa onto the soft bed, treating him like the most precious thing in the world. Santa's fingers clung to Perth's shirt, reluctant to let go even for a second, a soft whimper escaping his lips. “Shh, baby, I'm right here,” Perth murmured, his voice a deep, soothing rumble. He leaned down to press a tender kiss to Santa's forehead, tasting the salt of a stray tear. “Gonna take such good care of you tonight, Ta. You deserve it all.”
Perth's hands moved with deliberate slowness, savoring every moment. He peeled Santa's top up and over his head, exposing the smooth, flushed skin beneath. His fingers traced the curve of Santa's ribs, feeling the rapid flutter of his heartbeat. Next came the skirt, sliding it down those slender hips with a reverence that made Santa shiver. As the delicate chain around Santa's waist came into view—a gift from Perth himself—he paused, unhooking it with careful fingers. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against the warm skin it had adorned, whispering, “So beautiful, my love. Every inch of you.” Santa's breath hitched, his hands reaching out to touch Perth's face, eyes shimmering with unspoken emotion.
Now it was Perth's turn. He stood briefly, stripping off his own shirt to reveal the intricate web of tattoos snaking across his arms. His pants followed, kicked aside, his cock already half-hard again from the intimacy of the moment, thick and ready. Santa's gaze locked on him, wide and wanting, a fresh wave of tears spilling over as he whispered, “Phi... I need you so much.”
Perth climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He pulled Santa into his lap with strong, gentle hands, settling him so their bare skin pressed together—chest to chest, heartbeats syncing in the dim light. Santa's legs parted instinctively, straddling Perth's thighs, his own arousal evident in the way he trembled. “Wanna ride me here, Ta?” Perth asked, his voice husky with affection, one hand cupping Santa's cheek to wipe away those tears. “Show Phi how much you want it... I'll help if you get tired, baby. I got you.”
Santa nodded, teary eyes locked on Perth's, overflowing with trust and raw need. “Yes... please, Phi. I want to feel you inside me again.” His hands pressed against Perth's chest for leverage, fingers splaying over the warm, firm muscle. Perth reached down, guiding his cock to Santa's entrance—still slick and prepared from before—positioning the thick head right there. Santa sank down slowly, inch by inch, their shared groan filling the room like a sacred vow. “Nghhh….Ahh... Phi, again... you feel even bigger now,” Santa gasped, his voice breaking in a sob of pleasure, tears streaming freely as the stretch burned so sweetly.
“Take your time, baby... up and down, just like that,” Perth encouraged, his hands supporting Santa's hips with a firm but loving grip, thumbs stroking soothing circles into the soft skin. He didn't thrust yet, letting Santa set the pace, watching with adoring eyes as his lover rose and fell, the angle allowing that perfect grind against the spot deep inside. Santa moved slowly at first, tentative lifts and drops that had him whimpering with every motion— “Ahmm ahhh Phi... oh god, it's so deep... I love you”—his voice unrestrained, whimpering pouring out in every breathy word.
Perth's chest tightened with overwhelming love, his own groans mixing with Santa's as the tight heat enveloped him. “That's it, my sweet boy. You're doing so good for me—riding Phi like you were made for it. Feel how hard you make me? All for you, Ta.”
He leaned up to capture Santa's lips in a deep, messy kiss, tongues tangling as Santa's pace quickened, hips rolling with more urgency. The room filled with the wet sounds of their joining, Santa's cries growing louder, more desperate— “Harder... please, Phi, I need more... it feels so good, I can't—ahh!”—tears of ecstasy dripping onto Perth's skin.
Unable to hold back any longer, Perth's hands tightened on Santa's hips, guiding him faster while starting to thrust up to meet each descent. “Fuck, baby, you're perfect... so tight around my cock. Gonna fuck you just right, make you feel every bit of how much I love you.”
His voice was a loving growl, hips snapping upward with controlled power, driving deep into that clenching heat. Santa arched back, hands clutching Perth's shoulders, nails digging in as waves of pleasure crashed over him. “Nghhh, ahhhh P-Phi! Yes... love you, love this... don't stop, please!” he sobbed, his body shaking, overwhelmed.
Perth fucked him steadily now, one hand sliding up Santa's back to hold him close, the other wrapping around Santa's leaking cock to stroke in time with their rhythm. “Come for me, Ta... let Phi feel you squeeze around me. You're my everything, baby—cry for me, moan for me.”
Santa shattered with a keening wail, cum spilling hot over Perth's fist, his walls fluttering wildly. His body immediately dropped on Perth's shoulder, heaving with deep whimpering breaths. The sight—the sound—pushed Perth over the edge; he thrust deep one last time, groaning Santa's name like a prayer as he filled him, pulsing ropes of warmth inside.
They collapsed together, Perth rolling them so Santa lay boneless atop him, both panting in the afterglow. Santa's face was a mess of tears and sweat, dazed eyes half-lidded, a soft, sated whimper escaping as he nuzzled into Perth's neck. “Hmmm P-Phi... that was... I love you so much.” Perth kissed his temple, holding him tight. “I know, baby. Rest now. Phi's got you.”
After a few minutes of murmured affections, Perth carefully eased out, ignoring Santa's faint whine of protest. He scooped the dazed boy into his arms—light as a feather in his exhaustion—and carried him to the adjoining bathroom. The tub filled quickly with warm water, steam rising in lazy curls. Perth settled in first, then pulled Santa down between his legs, cradling him against his chest like a cherished infant.
“Lean back, my love,” Perth cooed softly, one arm around Santa's waist while the other dipped a washcloth into the water. He bathed him with infinite care—gentle strokes over Santa's shoulders, down his arms, rinsing away the evidence of their passion. “My pretty baby... you did so well tonight. Phi's so proud of you.” Santa melted into the touch, eyes fluttering shut, a content sigh bubbling up as Perth shampooed his hair, massaging his scalp with loving fingers. “Feels nice... don't wanna move,” Santa mumbled, voice slurry with drowsiness.
Perth chuckled warmly, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “You don't have to, love. Just relax—let me love you.” He continued soaping Santa's chest, his thighs, even between his legs with feather-light care, whispering endearments all the while. “You're safe, my pretty love. Always with me.” By the time he wrapped Santa in a fluffy towel and carried him back to bed, the boy was utterly limp, drifting on the edge of sleep with a small murmuring whimper “I love you Phi~”
Perth chuckled, leaning down to pepper his flushed face with kisses before settling on the bed, pulling his right against his chest. A purr escaped Santa's lips and Perth just looked at his lover with an adoring gaze, before nuzzling in Santa's neck, drifting into a deep slumber.