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santa has always been curious about why his pussy would throb at a random time of day. he's too innocent for his own good. it's always been like that since 6th grade, and he wants it to go away. he wants to ask his mom about it but he's just too shy — afraid to make a fool out of himself.
santa understood why blood regularly came flowing down his panties every month — they taught that in school. what they didn't teach their students was why their genitals would throb. at first, santa thought the throbbing was normal, considering how painful periods were but he was wrong.
he's in his last year of college now, and he still hasn't got to the bottom of it. he doesn't even know why some girls in his batch ends up pregnant. he's been sharing a dorm with perth tanapon Sukumpantanasan, and for some time now, he hasn't left santa's mind since the former moved in.
santa didn't mean to pry but the boy was supposed to take business management as his course, but he lied to his family and took arts. guessing from the situation, he came from a wealthy family.
but that's not the case here, the throbbing in his panties was getting worse — especially when he's with perth. it's frustrating him. at some point, he decided to rub the area and god , it felt so good.
he became addicted to the sensation, his small hand always cupping his cunnie when alone. sometimes, he'd rub it against his pillow, or the armrest of the couch in the living room. it's like a drug . he'd rub against those objects as a reward — a reward he'd give himself whenever he finishes a project, a research, a thesis, etc.
the boy got hornier when perth randomly decided to get his arm tattooed. he also got bulkier, muscles barely fitting in his shirts.
santa wants perths hand in between his legs. he wants those tattooed arms wrapped around his tiny waist so badly.
one weekend, perth asked santa if he wanted to watch a movie with him. who was santa to say no to the guy?
and now, here they are, on the couch in the living room of their dorm, sharing one bowl of popcorn and a fluffy grey blanket. their eyes are glued to the tv, the two of them barely saying a word — except for when they're pissed off at one character.
"nong, we finished the popcorn," perth tells him and stood up, taking the empty bowl with him. "i'll go get more."
perth jogs to the kitchen and santa is left alone. which is bad in a good way. santas cunt has been throbbing for a while now, he thought of pleasing it a few minutes ago but couldn't — perth was right beside him, how could he?
but maybe he could take advantage of this time. he had 3 minutes, he can make it work. so, he slings his legs over the armrest, hands holding onto the backrest for support. his hips sway and move in a circular manner, his clit getting pleased the way it likes.
he bit his lips, not letting a single moan escape his lips. he threw his head back, eyes closing in satisfaction.
he's at his climax, speeding up to chase his high. his pants are wet at this point, he was squirting without knowing it.
perth was watching him without knowing.
santa calms down, lying down on the couch, too tired to hold himself up. his hand trails from his abdomen to his cunt, he realizes how wet he is.
"so you're a squirter." perth makes his presence known. "p-phi!" santa jumps, sitting properly, trying to cover up the wet area on the armrest.
the said boy was standing in the doorframe, leaning on the wood, arms crossed and his brow. perth walks over to santa, not bothering to stop santa from pushing away. he's on top of santa now, the latter looking so helpless under him, all puppy-eyed and lips red and bruised from the biting.
"such a slut, huh?" perth growls. "you thought i wouldn't know? you thought i wouldn't notice how you wanted me to ruin you?"
"i-i don't know what you're talking about-"
"you don't have to lie, baby. i know you want my hands in between your legs, caressing your aching pussy."
“please..” santa doesn't have the courage to say it.
"nong ta, do you want this?" the boy on top of him asks, lips already all over him.
santa doesn't want to refuse. "yes..." his reply is softly spoken, tears nearly escaping his eyes.
"again, do you want this baby?" perth looks him in the eyes.
santa doesn't really know what the fuck is happening. what did perth mean by that? was perth planning to do something other than rub his cunt?
nevertheless, santa answers, although unsure. "yes. phi, i want this. please ."
santa didn't understand what happened next, perth was all over him, kissing different parts of his body, biting them, licking and sucking. but damn, it still felt good. perth helps santa take his clothes off, his panties off of him in one swift movement.
"i take it you've never done this before?" the boy on top of him says in between thigh kisses. perth looks up at him, making eye-contact.
santa looks away, embarrassed. an inked hand reaches out to cup his rosy cheeks, "cute.. ur so fucking innocent baby."
santa's eyes widen when perth dives down to his pussy, his tongue lapping at the lips. "you- is that okay?!" santa asks, panicking.
"it's normal, baby. there are more ways to please your pretty cunt." perth murmurs.
santa calmed down when perth kissed his clit, beautiful moans escaping his lips, eyes fluttering. santa’s tongue slid inside him and santa has never felt something so good before.
"phi.. ha- f-fuck..."
perth hums, fucking santa with his tongue. it only takes a while before santa reaches his climax.
"wait- wait, p’perth.. i feel like i'm gonna pee. phi, wait!"
"go ahead, baby. don't hold back." perth soothes and santa cums, liquids squirting out non-stop and perth drinks them all in, still fucking santa with his tongue in the process. "taste so good, baby. fuck."
santa reaches for perths inked arm, lips red, cheeks flushed, eyes dilated. looking fucked out and stupid because he is. "need more..." santa whispers, guiding perths hand to his cunt, his hips lifting to rub his pussy against perth’s palm.
perth takes his hand back, unzipping his pants along with his underwear. his cock bounces out, finally free from all the pressure. it's big, thick, and veiny — it's a girth. and santa knows the cock is going inside of him but he's not sure if it will fit.
"p-phi, i don't think it'll fit-" the boy squirms, scared. it might hurt, and he's sure it will. perth grabbed his wrists with only one hand, propping them above his head, making sure he had no control over his arms.
"it'll fit, baby. it's going to hurt at first but trust me, it will get better."
perth gives his cock a few pumps, aligning the tip with santa's clenching hole, and slowly, slowly, sinks in. the boy under him feels like he's being torn apart, hands clawing at nothing. the tears in santa's eyes flow down completely, biting back on a sob that's trying to escape his throat.
perth whispers into his ear, soothing him with beautiful phrases and pretty pet names.
something warm settles in santa's stomach, butterflies fluttering as he heard perths nickname for him.
' doll.'
"want me to breed you? huh? you want that doll?" perth asks, picking up the pace when he feels it's okay to move.
santa doesn't know what perth meant by that but it sounds nice, inviting. "yes, please- breed me ."
perth is surprised by his response. he expected santa to be much more innocent and responsible. fuck, they were still college students . but if you think about it, they were graduating in a few months. he wants to pursue santa — he wants to breathe the same air as santa, be with santa, be the first thing santa sees in the morning.
he wants to claim him. call him ' his .'
he angles his cock at santa’s g-spot, his hands gripping his small waist. perth's thrusts quickens, loud skin slapping and moaning engulfs the room.
"you see nong ta- ..fuck baby-" perth starts, grunting after every spoken word, hips flicking and rolling, banging into santa. "-this is what you need. this is how to get rid of the throbbing in your pussy."
the sentence burns into santa’s brain, adding more fuel to the fire. he's shaking and trembling, thighs snaking around perths hips, pushing perth to go deeper into him.
"p-phi perth- more, puh- please! faster... yes- ngh.. like that, just like that- oh!” santa cries out and puts his hands over his face. "fucking slut. show ur pretty face baby." perth grunts, taking santa’s hands off his face and pins them beside his head continuously ramming into santa’s tight, little hole.
a moment later, santa is cumming — squirting — so much. the boy keeps going, his body shaking and trembling. perths cock slides out from the impact of santa’s slick. his crying and sobbing is too precious and causes perth to bend down and kiss his pretty lips.
"shh, don't cry, baby. you're doing so good my love."
santa opens his eyes, "inside m-me... please!"
perth follows santa’s wish — he pushes inside, despite the constant squirting and continues thrusting, his orgasm hitting him like a truck.
"gonna let me cum inside of you, yeah? gonna make you my own little cumdump. 'm gonna breed you." perth releases his cum deep inside santa, the squirt diluting it but he still made sure santa felt every drop of it.
"feel s-so f-full... ngnh..." santa mewls, liquids finally drained. "t-thank you..."
"my pretty baby..." perth pulls out with a hiss and cradles santa in his arms. some of his cum drip out but he's quick to push it back in with his finger.
he lays the boy back down and takes his finger out, replacing it with santa’s finger. "wait right here, baby. lemme get a plug for your little hole."
perth leaves a fucked-out santa in the living room to get a plug from his room. he comes back to see santa half-asleep. he smiles to himself and gently takes santa’s finger out of his own pussy and plugs the toy inside of his cunt. a light moan escapes santa's lips.
he lifts the boy in his arms, letting santa snuggle his nose on perths chest. "let's get you cleaned up baby."