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Santa’s pussy throbbed, squirming uncomfortably as the panties under his skirt were already wet.
And He wanted his phi’s help.
With burning cheeks, he walked to his roommate’s door, knocking softly.
“Come in,” he heard before opening it.
Perth was lying on the bed, glasses resting comfortably on the bridge of his nose, busy with his assignment.
Fuck. Santa felt selfish for interrupting his phi, especially with so much already on his plate.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Perth asked, his soft smile reserved only for Santa. He was always so sweet to him.
“Nothing, phi. You can continue studying.” Santa’s cheeks flushed as pink as the panties under his skirt.
Perth knew something was off and wasn’t going to let Santa dismiss it.
“No, I was gonna take a break anyway. What’s up, honey bun? Tell phi.” He closed his books, letting Santa know he had his full attention.
Santa played with the hem of his skirt, his heartbeat racing, pussy throbbing stronger with every second.
“My pussy… it hurts, phi. I don’t know what to do.” His eyes glistened with shame.
Perth smirked.
“Oh? Is that what it is? Is that what’s been bothering my sweetheart? Want phi to help you?”
Santa nodded, looking down at the floor.
“Come here. Let phi see what’s wrong so he can help you.” Perth cleared his bed, shoving books aside as Santa walked toward him.
He pulled Santa onto his lap, earning a soft gasp as Santa’s hands circled his neck.
“Can phi touch you?” Perth asked.
“Mhm.” Santa nodded, shyly smiling.
Perth’s breath hitched as he looked at Santa’s pretty baby pink skirt. It rested at his thighs, framing his flushed cheeks and pink pout. Fuck. Santa was ethereal.
He lowered the skirt to reveal matching pink panties.
“You look so beautiful, darling. Fuck.” Perth whispered, cupping him over the fabric. Santa was already slick, leaking onto his hands.
“You’ve made a mess of yourself, baby. Look at how much your pussy’s leaking,” he teased with faux sympathy.
Santa pouted. “Then help me.”
Perth laughed at the sass.
“Of course, my sweet baby. Phi’s gonna help you.”
He removed the skirt and let the panties fall to Santa’s ankles. Santa’s pussy was bare, pink, and glistening, lips clenching slightly around nothing
Perth’s own body reacted immediately.
“Lay down for me, baby.” He guided Santa onto the bed, hovering over him.
Santa spread his thighs willingly, pliant , bare and all ready for his phi.
Perth took in the sight — the slick from his pussy dripping onto the sheets, before even touching him.
“Oh, baby, look at you. You must’ve been in so much pain with how much you’re dripping. Phi’s gonna fix it, gonna pleasure you.”
“Mm, phi, help me make it all better. Play with me.” Santa whimpered, hands threading through his hair.
Perth leaned down, softly blowing across his pussy, sending shivers down his spine.
He parted the lips, planting teasing kisses on Santa’s clit.
“Phi!” Santa whined, overwhelmed by the teasing.
“What, baby?” Perth smirked.
“Want you to touch my pussy, please, phi.” Santa blushed.
“Mm, such a good boy. Phi’s gonna touch your pussy. Be patient, my sweet boy.”
Perth spread the slick around, teasing with kitten licks.
“Ah, ah, ah, phi!” Santa tried to close his thighs against the sudden overstimulation, but Perth held them apart.
His tongue worked expertly, sucking and slurping, eliciting the prettiest sounds from Santa’s pussy.
Santa’s eyes rolled back as Perth continued, his tongue plunging in and out.
“Wanna stay here forever. Fuck babies in you. Keep you full. Yeah, baby? Would you like that?” Perth whispered, drawing soft whiny moans.
“Mm, phi, love being full. Love having you in my pussy. Love keeping you warm. Wanna have you fuck babies into me, please! Ah, phi, just fuck me already!” Santa whimpered.
Perth smirked cruelly, slapping his pussy in a delicious sting.
“That’s no way to talk to me, brat. Phi’s gonna take his sweet time eating out your pussy, then fuck into it.”
Santa whined but let his phi overstimulate his pussy because he was phi's good boy.
His pussy clenched, cunt glistening with Perth’s spit and his own slick
Perth added fingers, teasing the clit while his tongue worked relentlessly.
“Wanna do this forever. wanna eat your pussy day and night,” Perth mumbled, eyes dazed.
Santa shyly looked away.
Perth continued, thighs locked, head trapped — Santa pushed him in further, groaning at the sensation.
“Mm, feels so good, phi. You make me feel so good,” Santa whimpered.
His moans grew louder, and Perth knew he was close,fucking his pussy with his tongue, working faster and driving Santa higher.
"Phi!” Santa moaned, trying to push Perth off his pussy, but Perth was busy drinking all the cum dripping from his pussy lips.
“You taste like heaven,” Perth groaned, greedily cleaning up every drop.
He fell onto the bed next to Santa, pulling him close to his chest. They both heaved, breathless, cheeks pink.
Their eyes locked, crinkling as smiles spread across their lips. Santa reached out to kiss him.
I love you,” Santa whispered against his lips.
“And I love you more.” Perth leaned down to kiss his forehead, and they cuddled together, drifting off to sleep.