BOUND BY SECRETS

The university was buzzing with the latest hot topic-Professor Perth's mysterious husband.

Santa walked through the campus with his friends, his cheeks flushing every time someone stole a glance at him. Whispers followed him, some amused, others curious, and a few laced with jealousy.

"Well, well, our friend is officially the campus celebrity now," Louis teased, nudging Santa playfully.

"Enjoying the spotlight, Mr. Tanapon's Husband?" Mark added with a grin.

"It's not funny, guys," Santa pouted. "People are staring like I'm some alien."

"An alien who landed straight into Professor Perth's arms," Sammy quipped, making the group burst into laughter.

Santa sighed dramatically. "You're all impossible."

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A week later...

At their apartment, Santa was glued to his laptop, struggling with his assignment. The soft ticking of the wall clock reminded him that midnight had passed.

Perth, on the other hand, had been impatiently waiting on the couch. His pout deepened with each passing minute.

"Ta..." Perth whined, crawling onto the bed like a lazy cat. "I'm bored."

"Phi," Santa sighed without looking up, "It's your fault. You gave us this monstrous assignment." He threw his hands up dramatically.
"And now you're complaining?"

"SANTA... ", Perth whined..

" PROFESSOR Perth Tanapon... ", Santa stressed the word professor..

Perth pouted even harder. "That's not fair! I'm not your professor here. I'm your husband, and your husband deserves attention."

"Acting like a spoiled kid won't help you, Phi." Santa smirked. "And if I fail this assignment, it's on you."

"You won't fail," Perth declared confidently, sneaking his arms around Santa's waist. "Come on, Ta. There are still two days left. I miss you."

Santa tried to stay firm but Perth's nose nuzzling into his neck made him weak.

"Are you planning to bribe me, Mr. Husband?" Santa teased.

"Nope," Perth grinned, lifting Santa into his arms. "I'm taking what's mine."

Santa squeaked in protest, but the giggles that escaped him betrayed his delight. Perth placed him gently on the bed, hovering above him.

"You're impossible," Santa whispered.

"And you love it," Perth shot back before sealing their lips together.

Santa's body arched into him in response, the overwhelming sensation of Perth's touch setting his nerves ablaze. Every movement was deliberate, every caress igniting the fire between them. Perth was everywhere, worshipping Santa as if he were the most precious thing in existence.

As the night stretched on, their passion only grew wilder, breaths mingling, hands gripping, bodies moving in sync like they had been made for each other.

Whispers of love, groans of pleasure, and Santa's soft cries filled the room, their souls intertwining in a dance as old as time itself.

By the time they collapsed into each other's arms, spent and sated, Santa traced lazy circles on Perth's chest, his heart still racing.

"I think you broke me," he mumbled, voice laced with exhaustion and satisfaction.

Perth chuckled, pressing a kiss to Santa's forehead. "I'll take responsibility."