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Perth had sold his soul to the devil namely the corporate world at the ripe age of 23. Fresh out of college, with a job offer from a reputed company whose name elicited quite a few impressed sounds from his friends and family, he was at the top of the world. Little did he know, he was signing up for a manager who can’t seem to stop meddling, reports to be refined of which the first drafts were so basic he wonders how the person even got hired and lastly, the overtime he has to do.
Life was grey, despite the financial freedom to finally spend on whatever mattered. Until one day, that is. The day he met him.
It was a rainy day in Bangkok, clouds thundering above him as he made his way to the ground floor of the eleven storied office. He enters the lift in a rush, stumbling out of it with a couple of his coworkers right as the clock strikes 10:00. He makes his way to his desk as usual, until he spots the usually empty desk beside him filled with boxes.
His curiosity doesn’t last long, as his manager calls for attention.
“Hello everyone, good morning. As you might’ve noticed, we have a couple of empty slots being filled up starting today, starting with our very new Intern in the team. Everyone, meet Santa, he has just finished his degree and is looking to stay with us for 6 months as a part of his internship.”
Santa looked- Perth pauses for a moment as he takes him in- fresh and somehow familiar. He was smiling, eyes darting across the whole room as he bows lightly.
“Hello everyone, I’m Santa. Please take care of me.”
He can already hear the fond coos from behind him, and he has to agree. The boy is adorable, right from his doe eyes to his bright smile. He has a vitalising energy about him that already seemed to brighten up the room.
“That’s it for now, Team. We will have a dinner later this week to officially welcome Santa. Perth, could you please join me in my office?” His manager says, already making his way across the floor to his private cabin. Perth notices his signal to Santa as well to follow behind.
“So Perth, I understand you’re doing a lot of work for the team at the moment, with the long hours and many tasks. I wanted you to have someone to help with that, and as our company was hiring interns anyway, I went out of my way to get this one.” he not so subtly brags, with Santa fidgeting beside Perth. Oh, so he is making the intern awkward too. Great.
“You will mentor him from now on, he has only had the company orientation so I’ll leave it to you to teach him the ropes of it. Is that okay?” his boss manages to add in as an afterthought.
Perth is in fact, not okay. With the extra time he’s already spending, he now has to take care of another new task. All while making sure the intern doesn’t mess things up and the original load still falling up on him.
Perth hopes he has a smile on his face as he grits out, all teeth, “Sure, Fah. Wouldn’t be a problem at all.”
He feels Santa relax beside him a little as he answers, realising he must’ve terrified that poor guy with his resting face, so he attempts to smile at Santa.
“Good to have you in the team, Santa. If you have any concerns or need to talk to someone, please feel free to reach out to me.” he says, and watches Santa’s face unfurl into pure brightness, all his teeth out in a smile.
He tips his head down hurriedly, “Thank you, P’Perth. I’ll try not to trouble you too much.”
His energy is a little contagious and Perth finds himself returning the smile, not his customer service one, no, the one where his lips pull up and eyes form crescents. And Perth can feel it. This boy is about to make his life at his job a little easier to bear.
Santa, or rather Ta as he insists is his nickname which Perth should use is already a storm on the first day, making friends everywhere. Perth lets him do whatever he wants, but informs him he’ll try and start the training from tomorrow. Santa nods eagerly, “I can’t wait, P’” he says. Ah, young energy.
Later that evening, he navigates the same traffic filled Bangkok streets to make way to his apartment, already tired and body stretched beyond capacity. However, just like every Monday night without fail, he opens up a tab on his browser, incognito on. His heart beats unsteady as he searches up the website and quickly navigates to his channel.
The channel ‘pongishere’ has practically become his second home since he found it. The live symbol around his icon doesn’t surprise him. He has his timetable memorised like second nature. He puts in his headphones and clicks on it, immediately greeted by his favourite sight. Pong, on his knees on the bed, clad in a baby pink babydoll set. His abs and the defined muscles make the delicate lace strain just a little and Perth has to grab his crotch just to alleviate the sharp shoot of pleasure it gets through him.
“hello everyone~ thank you for tuning in today. i see the viewers are still joining in so let me just answer any questions for a while hm?” he says, voice syrupy sweet through the face mask he has on.
His eyes scan through the fast moving comments, chuckling over some compliments as his eyes seem to catch on to something.
“what do i do? let’s just say i’m learning things, both inside and outside the bedroom. you’ll go easy on me, won’t you?” his eyes tilt into a smile, so endlessly cute if he wasn’t rubbing himself up on the mattress.
Perth types out a quick compliment, tipping an exorbitant amount of money as usual. Why is he even doing a job if he can’t give this pretty little thing everything he wants?
“oh you’re too kind, perper. i didn’t even start” he whines, Perth’s chest puffing up at the sound he could bring out of Pong.
Finally, his eyes move from the comment section, now looking straight at the camera.
“I think we have enough viewers hm? Does Sir want to know what I want to learn today?” he asks, a breath or two ticking before he laughs, a small little thing and takes out a dildo.
Perth has to stifle his moan and simultaneously grab at the base of his dick to stave off his arousal, because it’s the first time Pong is attempting anything other than masturbation or humping.
At the corner of his eye, he sees a stream of money rewards streaming in, all praising him for being a good boy and trying out penetration.
Pong seems to be amused by the string of messages, his eyes shining as he mentions, “I did want to wait for it, wait for a special milestone or a subscription count but I just can’t Sir. I’m so horny all the time, at work, eating, sleeping. I just need to know what it feels like for my walls to take a dick. You’ll give it to me won’t you sir? You’ll take care of Pong hm?”
The dildo is relatively on the average end and Perth snickers as he notices that it’s definitely smaller than his dick. Oh, if only he was the one teaching Pong all these things. He can only imagine, his eyes tracing over the boy’s pretty eyes and pretty tits and pretty everything. He looked like a dream, only reachable through his laptop screen.
Pong is starting to relax back in to the bed, his face with the lower half covered still in frame. His eyes were so sharp, so enticing with the glitter and grey on them. His eyes close for a brief moment and Perth realises it’s because he finally got a hand on the hard-on chubbing up through the lace.
He releases a whine, soft and airy as he props himself up, “You got me so hard, Sir. The whole time I was getting pretty for you I couldn’t help but imagine this. Your hands, over me. Making me feel so good instead of me doing all the work.”
Perth’s fingers find his wooden table, his nails digging in a little as he feels the words sink in. He has not yet reached a level of delusion to believe Pong was talking to him, the viewer count going up every second but.. If he pretends he has Pong curled up on his bed speaking to him, it’s nobody’s business but his own.
Pong runs his fingers over himself, starting from his collarbone to his nipples, fingers twisting lightly to tease. He releases a tiny sound, dragging his hands around as his hips unconsciously rise up a little.
He looks divine, Perth wishes he used a top angle for these videos, wanting to see how ruined he can look just from this. Pong drags his hands down further, pushing the lace to the side as his hard on comes into view.
All Perth can think is it’s pretty, just like every other part of him. Pink, curved, just a smidge thicker than Perth’s but nothing in comparison to the length. It lies drooling on the lace set which is undoubtedly expensive. He gets a hand around himself, looking straight into the camera.
“You taught me all this, Sir. Does it feel good taking all my firsts? My first handjob to myself, my first blowjob to a dildo, fingers in myself and now this. Teasing myself just for your entertainment hm?” his voice takes on a teasing lilt and Perth definitely has a hard time believing this guy hasn’t had any experience before. But this broadcast is a fantasy and Pong is irrefutably good at acting.
Pong fluidly shifts, propping his hips up slowly as he finally opens his legs fully. The ring of muscle looks tiny, unstretched and Perth draws a short gasp. If there’s anything that’ll help Pong with making this fantasy believable, it’s his hole. It looks like a tight fit even on camera and Perth is excited he gets to be one of the first ones to see it stretched around girth.
“This is what you waited for all this long, hm? Corrupting me to use my holes? Is this what you wanted Sir? Am I being good?” he whines, this tone on his broadcasts is usually reserved for when he’s out of his mind delirious with pleasure but Perth guesses showing his most intimate parts is doing more for Pong than he imagined.
As expected, comments start streaming in almost immediately. The compliments are combined with figures even Perth has to take a double look at and Pong seems to be satisfied at whatever he sees on screen.
His lithe fingers slowly reach out for a bottle of lube in frame, pouring it on his fingers and warming it up. He gently eases one in, his eyes finally shutting against the pleasure as he gets it inside. He lazily eases it in and out as he keeps checking the comments.
“More, huh? Yes, Sir” he chuckles and is cut off with a slight moan as he puts the second finger in.
It is Perth’s breaking point. He reaches to his pants, quickly unbuttoning and throwing them off. His boxers follow and he finally sees the result of the broadcast beading up at his tip. He spits into his hand, immediately wrapping it around himself. He lets out a slight hiss as he realises how little simulation is doing so much for him because of the boy on the screen.
He sees Pong’s fingers going in and out, in and out until his eyes fly wide open.
“Fuckkk” he whines, his fingers seemingly have found his spot. A couple of thrusts later and Pong’s eyes are screwed shut as he loses himself.
“Should I add one more Sir?” he asks, voice seemingly innocent as he blinks open his eyes to take a look at the chat again.
Some animals in the chat say it’s enough preparation and he should go for it, but the dildo is definitely bigger. Perth immediately reaches out and has difficulty typing with a hand but manages to put a firm no in, with a request for an additional finger to properly prepare himself and an amount that brings him right on top of all the idiots in the chat.
“Hmm okay Perper, one more finger to prepare myself huh?” he asks rhetorically as he pulls out his two fingers, adding lube to three and popping them back in one by one.
His hole looks appropriately stretched out now, Perth groaning at the obscenity and the fact that Pong had listened to him. He called to him.
The slick sounds from the screen get louder as time passes, Pong finally reaching for the dildo he previously introduced.
“I was thinking… I want to try riding. Maybe Sir will help me learn today?” he asks, his eyes taking on a crescent shape as he’s probably smiling at the immediate damage it caused Perth.
Perth has to stave off the orgasm being built up for the better part of an hour now by holding his base as Pong shifts into position. The dildo is placed neatly on an elevated wooden mat on the bed, probably stuck down. Pong turns his body away from the camera, his ass on display for the camera as he spreads his cheeks apart.
The ring is glistening, with the copious amount of lube used on it, and winking with the need for more. Pong takes a minute, Perth assumes he must be hit with nerves as he’s never done anything like this before, before inching himself down slowly.
The first drag of the silicone against his hole elicits a short gasp from Pong, his hand immediately going to stable himself as he finally, finally pops it in. Perth resumes his hand around his shaft, inching down slowly just as Pong takes it on the screen. It’s an otherworldly experience to even think he was the one doing it for Pong.
Pong’s stifled gasps fill the stream, mumbling as he takes more. About half way in, he stops and turns around, eyes brimming with tears and nose red.
“How do I take it? It’s so big, it’ll ruin my hole Sir” he pleads, eyes roving over his own hole on the dildo before turning back again and trying. However, the devastation it causes Perth is already at its limit. If he’s crying over a piece of silicone not even half of Perth’s length, he doesn’t want to know how it’d be like getting Pong to himself.
He’s thrown out of his thoughts by a loud moan, his eyes widening as he realises Pong has gotten it all in by sheer effort. He seems to be shaking on screen and Perth is worried for a second before Pong starts chanting for more.
His hips seem to have a mind of their own from then on, dragging himself up and dropping down just to feel the sharp shoot of pleasure.
“I’m so full of you, sir. So good. How will I go back to being empty now?” he groans, like it’s an actual shame. Perth can’t seem to stop his hand from going rapidly fast around the shaft, imagining it’s Pong bouncing on it.
“So good for me” Perth mutters, out into the open air as he loses himself to the pretty boy on screen. His movements stop for a second, before stretching out slightly further as he tries different angles. Pong is trying to find his spot.
God, he wouldn’t even have to put in the effort if he was with Perth. He’d have learnt his body and learned it all over again just to get those pretty noises out of him.
He finally seems to find it, bouncing more vigorously as he comes down in a certain angle. He screams, asking for more and Perth is a weak, weak man as he tries to wait for Pong but ends up shooting his load into his hand much earlier at the noises.
Pong shivers on screen, finally seeming to have hit his climax, as he slowly comes to a halt on the dildo. He slowly heaves himself up, turning around with eyes so red rimmed and teary and utterly ruined.
“You made me cum so hard, sir. Thank you.” his voice is now gruff, seemingly from all the screaming.
And then he drops the bombshell, “Wish you were able to fill me up too, want to get plugged up so bad” he giggles, his voice taking on a delirious pitch as he’s floating somewhere between post orgasmic bliss and a need for more.
Perth watches as he takes a minute to collect himself, wiping down himself and getting a glass of water as he tries to sit down without wincing. The viewer count starts to drop, as expected, no ones is here for the aftercare part except for a few. Perth is a dedicated part of the group since the start.
He fills the comment section with compliments, Pong lazily scrolling through them as he giggles.
“Thank you everyone for staying with me. I’ll see you next week, hm? Love you all, take care.” he waves cutely at the screen, finally reflecting the end screen of the broadcast back at Perth.
He sighs as he looks down at himself, immediately taking a few tissues as he wipes himself off, throwing them in the garbage as he heads in to shower.
Perth is now 26, but looks much older as his friends liked to tease. Well, that’s what working a 9-5 does to a man. His friends on the other hand, or whatever has been left of the group since school included Force, Pond and Dunk.
All three of them had chosen to break into business or entertainment, leaving only Perth in the dust. Every Friday, they find themselves at the same shitty bar they made a tradition out of and drown themselves in the closest possible concoction in reach.
Perth is running a little late as he reaches the bar, no thanks to Fah and also having to help Santa download all the necessary applications for the job and he is greeted by loud cheers from
his already drunk friends. When have they even gotten here?
“Perth my guy!” Pond screams across the bar, drawing the attention of a couple of sober people as Perth dunks his head, cheeks red at the attention and makes his way to the table.
“Why are you already loud? How many drinks has he had?” he asks Dunk, who doesn’t look in a much better state himself.
“Not sure, he and Phuwin are going through it again so I didn’t step in” he says, voice sympathetic as he pats Pond’s back.
“What happened now?” Perth questions, already knowing it was about the situationship status they themselves decided on.
“He got asked out on a date, right in front of me. He said no anyway but he wouldn’t have been wrong to say yes. We’re nothing.” Pond laments, eyes on his swirling drink.
“And whose fault is that?” Force can’t help but interject, Perth thinks he’s secretly done with all of them. Force’s silver band shines in the slight strobes of light hitting them as he reaches for his drink.
Perth knows Pond doesn’t have an answer for that so he cuts in, “How is Book doing, Force? I saw his new architecture project from the government. Seems huge.”
Force raises his eyebrow at the topic change but doesn’t complain, Book is of course his favourite topic.
“Doing great, a little stressed but you know how it is. He refuses to take it slow and steady even as my shop is blowing up these days. I admire him for the passion but he should know when to rest.” he sighs, Perth thinks Force has aged atleast 10 years in the 2 years he and Book been married, not in a bad way though. Only Force and Book bring out other sides in each other, and Perth couldn’t be happier he was there from the start, seeing them as high school sweethearts.
“And you, Dunk?” he asks, finally leaning back on the leather as he lets the day’s stress melt away in his friends’ company.
Dunk smiles, a small little thing.
“Good, very good actually. Navori is doing great and my trip to Europe with Joong is next week. I have a feeling it’ll be really special.” his cheeks colour and Perth has to gasp dramatically.
“You are getting married?” he shouts, Dunk immediately covering his mouth up.
“Shut up! We were just talking about it for so long and, I don’t know. I just have a feeling he’s going to propose on the trip.” he says, voice taking a far away dreamy tone like it usually does when he talks about Joong. They never seemed to get out of their honeymoon phase.
“Enough interrogation on us, what about you Perth?” Force chimes in, “Still not over your no dating phase?”
Perth has to roll his eyes at that, “I’m sorry I only encounter controlling freaks in my relationships and can’t seem to get myself into a fairy tale worthy relationship like you and Dunk” he says sarcastically, his heart already stinging at the thought.
“Perth..” Dunk tries to reason and is interrupted by a call. They watch as he immediately takes it, signalling that he’ll be back. Pond is silent the whole time, only looking at Perth after his outburst.
“Come on man, you know you have to try atleast” Pond says, and he reaches for his glass again. Perth is tired of this new agenda on their group hangouts.
“Let’s put that to rest, guys. I already have enough on my plate, Fah is being a total jackass again.” he sighs, suddenly wanting to tip over the whole drink into his mouth. He doesn’t want to give Force the trouble of hauling him home today though so he resists.
“What has he done now?” Pond asks, sufficiently distracted from his own misery.
“Oh apart from acting like I’m the best employee he has so that he can keep piling tasks on me? He also made me a mentor this week. A new kid joined the team and I have to be the one teaching him the ropes.”
Even as he says the words, he can’t seem to really hate the idea. Santa is wonderful, smart and kind and everything good. He doesn’t deserve to be treated like a burden so Perth doesn’t. He’ll never take it out on him.
“Doesn’t sound like you really hate the mentoring part though?” Force raises an eyebrow as he asks, and Perth kind of hates how well the older one knows him.
“He’s a good kid. Very friendly. So I don’t mind it too much.”
He sees Force and Pond share a glance from the corner of his eye, “You? Perth Tanapon? Not hating meeting new people and having to spend so much time with them?”
He rolls his eyes at his friends’ dramatics, “Shut up. He’s my mentee. I can’t make him uncomfortable.”
“Awww” Pond snickers, “You’ve got a crush.”
Force shakes his head sagely, “That was always your type huh? Younger dudes?”
Dunk finally returns to the table just to catch the tail end of the conversation, “Who likes who?”
Perth simmers in the hot seat for today for a bit, “It’s nothing like that. He’s just innocent and seems sweet. I don’t want to treat him badly.”
His friends pass a knowing glance, “Sure, if that’s what you say.”
The conversation shifts to something else after, but his thoughts remain occupied with Santa now that the dam has been broken. Does he…?
Life continues as usual for Perth, except one bright eyed menace coming straight to him at work everyday.
“P’Perth~” Santa calls, from the desk beside him. Stretched over and above his printer and fidgeting with something in the back. Perth, ashamedly, takes a minute to focus on the actual problem as he’s faced with Santa’s ass.
It’s a nice ass. He gets to appreciate a nice ass, doesn’t he?
“P’Perth?” it’s a slightly more teasing tone now, Santa’s mouth pulling up into a smirk and it’s infuriating how attractive he is.
“Yes?” he wills away the colour on his face.
“Could you help me with the cable at the back? There’s some contraption at the back because god forbid there’s a functioning device on the floor and you might know more?”
Perth in fact, does know the contraption. He rises, sliding beside Santa, to check on it.
“Ah P’Perth, would it be okay if you guide me on how to fix it? You know just so I can do it by myself next time” he asks, staring up through his eyelashes.
Now, Perth is not dumb. He knows by now Santa is definitely messing with him. He takes a quick look around the floor, all his teammates are out for a quick lunch, including Fah.
He positions himself behind Santa, gently grabbing on to his hand to guide as he feels around the back of the heavy printer. Ah there, that cable is supposed to go behind a hook situated so that it has the optimum angle.
“You see this cable here? It has to slot behind the hook-“ he grabs Santa’s hand and shows it, “-here. Or the cable comes loose.”
Santa hums, “Let me try.”
Perth then realises just how close he is standing to Santa. He smells of vanilla and caramel, skin looking as inviting as it smells. He seems to be going for a more hair down style since he got complimented for it, hair now a floppy soft mess on his head. Perth wanted to get a whiff.
“Hooked it!” Santa says, turning to look at him with a bright smile.
Perth stumbles away, voice stuttering “G-Great! I’ll go have lunch now so um, see you in a bit. Yeah.”
He can hear Santa’s giggles behind him.
God must have decided to punish Perth. He can’t seem to stop thinking about Santa and how he smelled. He’s a twenty something year old with a sex drive as high as the next person okay? No judgements here.
Even Pong doesn’t seem to be able to distract him from the suffering he endures at work. Today, he had a pretty satin shirt on, looking flawless on his body just like every other thing.
He hums, waiting for the viewer count to go up as usual, “I usually don’t share such stuff on this channel but.. as we have time, I think I like someone” he giggles.
Why is the sound so familiar to Perth?
As expected, the comments are filled with curiosity and some rare ones of jealousy which everyone ignores.
“I shouldn’t tell you who he is, let’s just say he teaches me things, at work. He’s handsome and so good to me.” The latter part melts into a whine, taking Perth’s sanity with it. How bad has this guy got Pong?
Pong smiles, his hands reaching for something off screen. His hands bring back a piece of leather in black, wide enough for a neck.
“I wanted to be collared so bad, I decided to get it myself. It hurts a little because I put it on so tight but it’s a good reminder of who I belong to.” he says, eyes fiery as he stares at the collar in his hands.
Finally, finally done admiring it, he reaches for the clasp, undoes it and places it on his neck. Perth is stunned out of breath, Pong is a masterpiece. He looks like an angel on earth, and sounds like one too when he finally clasps it back.
The leather digs into his skin, and Perth watches as he trails a hand down himself to get a hand around his cock. Perth follows.
Pong keeps tugging on the collar the whole live as he makes himself cum twice, once on his fingers and once on the dildo which has become a regular. When he finally removes it at the end of the live, the area around his neck is bruised red. Pong seems to enjoying it, touching himself on the neck and releasing small whines as he mutters filthy talk.
“Sir would keep me collared all the time right? Wouldn’t let me out of sight, would just want to mark me over and over until I can think of no one but him hm?” he says, eyes boring straight into the camera.
Perth, admittedly is a slut for marking so it doesn’t take long of Pong’s dirty talk for him to climax. It was amazing, yet, Perth can’t shake away the thoughts of doing this to someone else, completely opposite to Pong.
The next morning is as sunny as ever in Bangkok and Perth has to dodge multiple people to finally get a place in the lift. He’s squished in, managing to pull out his phone to see the group chat’s messages.
Dunk 💸
> guys
> what if i’m not ready for marriage
> and i embarrass myself
> and joong in case he proposes
> and yell no at the top of my lungs and run away
Pond 🕺
> you won’t survive a day without joong
> let’s think about that
Force 👴
> all this overthinking at the possibility of him proposing…
> i didn’t raise y’all like this
He stumbles out of the lift as he types out a response.
You
> dunk, stop blowing up my phone
> you know you’re gonna throw yourself at joong’s feet the moment he proposes
Dunk 💸
> since when do you have the time to talk to us peasants, perth?
> aren’t you busy with your preteen crush or something
Pond 🕺
> preteen lmfao
> perth should i be calling the police
You
> he’s 23 you fuckers!!
Dunk 💸
> not denying the crush part i see
Speak of the devil, he can see the fluffy head of hair over the rows of cabins, making his way to the desk.
You
> can’t argue with dumbasses, bye
His phone keeps chiming and Perth pays it no attention as he pretends to be focused on the report opened up in his laptop.
“Good morning, P’Perth!” Santa says, voice as bright as ever.
Perth prepares himself to stare into the face of the Sun. “Hello Santa, ready for the presentation today?”
Santa smiles, nodding. He’s sweaty, likely taking public transpiration on a hot day. Perth hands him a couple of tissues, thinking of wiping it himself before deciding it’s too much.
Santa stops for a second, looking at the tissues. Then, “Can you wipe it for me P’? I’m too lazy to go to the washroom to find a mirror and wipe it.” he mumbles, lips forming an adorable pout and Perth is a weak, weak man.
“Come here” he says, voice a little punched out as Santa jumps at the opportunity, coming so close to him Perth is glad they’re the only ones early.
As he gets to work on Santa’s neck, a small sound is punched out of the younger boy. Perth thinks he has hurt him by poking him, so he checks, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, fine P’. You can continue.” he says, voice breathless.
He soon realises the reason. Because hidden under an impressively concealing layer of foundation, is a bruise so big and red Perth has to gasp. Santa looks down, and panics.
“Ah, P’- it’s not..” he starts, voice going silent at Perth’s hard stare.
“Did somebody hurt you?” he doesn’t identify his own voice in the red he sees.
Santa looks confused for a second before a bashfulness takes over, “P’Perth, it’s not what you think it is, um. It’s good, don’t worry. Just wanted it to be hidden.”
Perth buffers for a few minutes, before realising with an embarrassing start, “Oh! Uh, I’m sorry for wiping the makeup.” He knows he’s gone red, cheeks and ears burning.
Santa laughs, “No worries! I guess I’ll have to go to the washroom after all to cover it up again.”
Perth nods, but his body feels a lot removed from the situation. Of course, Santa has someone. He’s having amazing, mind blowing, out of their brains sex with this person too. Of course. He has to stifle a sigh.
As Santa comes back from the washroom, he tries to initiate a conversation with Perth only to receive half hearted answers in return. He stops then, correctly realising Perth is not in the right space of mind for it.
For the first ever presentation Santa has to give, Fah made sure to make him pull out all the stops. It was a formal meeting, with printouts handed over around the table regarding the agenda and the information. Perth tries to concentrate.
He takes a look at the printout, eyes roving over minor details regarding the topic and Santa’s self-introduction before he flips it. Then, his brain takes a millisecond to process it before he turns back to the front page in urgency.
There he sees it, Presented by - Santa Pongsapak.
Oh. Oh.
Perth’s brain screeches to a halt, his eyes urgently looking for the presenter. Fair skinned, the mop of hair which he only saw styled once (and looked familiar), the giggles, the bruises. That… that is Pong. How can a man look so different with fierce eye makeup on? The way he teased Perth all this time, learning things outside and inside the bedroom… which means-
“Perth?” Fah calls out to him, a slight annoyance in his undertone and Perth realises he might’ve already asked him a question.
“Yes, Fah?”
“Do you have anything to add to this slide?”
“No, I think Santa has got it covered.” he says, Santa giving him a little smile as he nods thanks.
Fah doesn’t seem too happy but raises his hand to indicate Santa to continue the presentation.
Perth is thrown back into his turmoil. The man who teaches him things at work… that’s me? Po- Santa has a crush on him? Out of all the details he’s peeling back today, that seems to be the most mind bending of all.
How do you break it to your mentee who has a crush on you that you’re the most dedicated viewer of his cam channel?