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As the second meeting for Santa opened, Minghao set up the settings for his camera as parents and kids started to wait in line once again. Once a line formed, kids and parents started to walk in and tell Santa what they wanted as parents snapped pictures on their phones. Alongside pictures on their phones, parents wanted pictures with the camera, which Minghao did without hesitation. As time passed, the cycle repeated for each family that came through: watching kids walk in with their parents, sit in Santa’s lap, give Santa their wishes, taking photos, and giving parents the ticket to redeem said pictures.
To Minghao, all of it was a blur, since his mind kept drifting away to Junhui.
In his defense, how could he not, with Junhui doing his usual duties as an elf: greeting parents and high-fiving kids before taking them to Santa. He was acting normal, as if the two didn’t just make out in Santa’s cottage just a mere half hour ago.
Minghao couldn’t believe Junhui, acting as if nothing happened. Because of him, Minghao felt restless, as if he were a kid waiting to get out of class on the last day of school. His skin felt extra sensitive, like one simple touch would set him off. It also itched, in a way that scratching it wouldn’t relieve it. Because of him, Minghao had a problem that needed to be fixed.
He hated that Junhui was making him feel this way. He thought back to when he was getting ready for his shift, how he was ready to stop Junhui’s advances in its tracks and put an end to their impulsive makeout sessions. He was ready to put this all behind him and move on, yet here he was, finding himself wanting more.
“Minghao?”
Minghao snapped out his thoughts. He looked ahead, seeing Junhui looking back at him. He looked at the two kids sitting on Santa’s lap while their mom waited for him to snap a picture.
Minghao immediately went to his camera, took a picture, and handed her a number, informing the mom to give it to the person at the booth to redeem their pictures.
She thanked them before she helped her kids off of Santa’s lap before holding their hands and leading them away from Santa’s village.
And the same thing happened with the next family. And the next. And the next. After another handful of families passed through, Minghao looked at his phone.
“It’s only been half an hour?” Minghao asked himself.
It made him want to groan because his patience was starting to run out, and the meet and greet just seemed to drag on.
Minghao knew he should be focusing on his job, but he was unable to, not when Junhui was plaguing his mind. The memory of Junhui’s hands holding him, of Junhui’s lips traveling down his skin, of Junhui’s fingers touching him, electrifying his skin, seeped into his thoughts. All he wanted was to feel Junhui on him and that rush of adrenaline run through his body.
Minghao’s eyes suddenly widened at the thought, immediately and mentally slapped himself.
Focus, Minghao. Focus.
But no matter how many times he tried to snap himself out of it, Junhui only came full force into his mind even harder.
He ran his hands through his hair and pulled.
Goddamn it, Wen Junhui.
Luckily, another family wanted their picture taken. He took his hands out of his hair. He turned to his camera and focused it, snapping the picture.
Once he gave the father the ticket and the family left, his gaze subconsciously turned to Junhui, who gave him a knowing look accompanied with a smirk. Minghao glared at him in reply, as if to say, “how dare you make me feel all of these things.” Junhui only laughed in response before going to help the next family.
Which frustrated Minghao even more.
Minghao groaned, and unbeknownst to Junhui, a different kind of anger started rising in him. He wasn’t angry at Junhui, so to say. He was angry in a way knowing he needed some release, and he wasn’t going to be able to get it for awhile because he was stuck at work.
He looked at his phone, seeing that only another half hour passed, and he still had an hour left in his shift. He hated knowing he had to wait until he got home to relieve himself, but he hated even more that the thought of relieving himself, by himself, at home… wasn’t satisfying in his head. In his gut, he knew he wanted something more, something better.
He thought back to Junhui’s offer.
“If you want, you can come over to my place, and we can continue from where we left off.”
The thought of it was enticing. With how Junhui had been during their makeout sessions, he couldn’t even fathom how he’d be if they went beyond that. The fantasies of all the possibilities of what Junhui could be like behind closed doors even excited Minghao.
As more fantasies filled his mind, and the more his mind stayed stuck in the thought of Junhui pleasuring him, Minghao instantly stopped himself. He shook his head and pushed his mind to think about puppies before it actually showed he was thinking these things.
God, what’s happening to me?
Despite the rhetorical question, he knew the answer. Junhui had broken him in, was able to pull Minghao in with all of his kisses and touches, got him addicted to the feeling of his lips and hands moving up and down his body. It didn’t matter if Minghao tried to end it, he would never be able to follow through with it. Deep down, Minghao knew he wanted Junhui, and he was done denying it.
But now he had to wait for the next hour to tell Junhui he was accepting his offer, and the thought of it made him dread the wait. But he knew it'd be worth it at the end, so he took a deep breath, cleared his mind, and went back to snapping pictures. For the next hour, he focused his camera, told the kids to smile, took pictures, and handed tickets to parents, while occasionally stealing glances at Jun, who continued to look ridiculously good in his tacky elf outfit.
Once their second and last meet and greet was done, Minghao couldn’t help but let out a huge sigh of relief. He took his camera and went into the cottage. He set the camera down next to the boxes of candy canes before he quickly changed back into his jeans and sweater. He grabbed his bag and put on his coat before he walked out, waiting outside of Santa’s cottage. Once he saw Jun heading towards the cottage, Minghao walked towards him and stood in front of him.
Jun tilted his head, giving him a confused look.
“Minghao?”
“Time and place. I’ll be there.”
Immediately knowing what Minghao was talking about, Junhui instantly went from confused to confident.
He smirked.
“I knew you’d come to your senses,” he said, “Let me just change and grab my things. Did you drive here?”
“No. I took the bus.”
“Perfect.”
Jun then walked into the cottage, and a few moments later, he was back out with his bag, changed into a pair of jeans and hoodie. Once he locked the door, Junhui put on his jacket. He walked towards Minghao, grabbed his wrist, and led them to his car. Once they were in, Junhui drove off towards his apartment, driving faster than normal but not enough that he was speeding through the streets.
Once they got into the parking lot, they rushed out, with Junhui barely remembering to lock his car, and headed into his apartment.
When the apartment door was shut and locked, Minghao dropped his stuff to the floor, shrugged off his coat, and threw it onto the couch as Junhui did the same. After they both did so, Junhui didn’t hesitate to push Minghao against the door. Minghao barely had time to take in a gasp of air before Junhui pinned his wrist to the door and attached his lips to his, desperately kissing him. Minghao didn’t hesitate to kiss him back with the same intensity, wrapping his arms around Junhui’s neck, pulling him closer.
Junhui being away, helping kids and parents, playing elf went on for too long. Although there was only an hour left in his shift that Minghao accepted his desire, it was an hour too long. Minghao was itching to be touched, itching to feel pleasured. He was almost tempted to make some lame excuse and pull Junhui away so the latter could finish him off.
But now, waiting all that time was proving to be worth it. Now that they were off work, in the freedom and privacy of Junhui’s apartment, he was going to keep Junhui close for as long as possible.
Junhui pulled apart.
“Do you know how hard it was to resist you for that whole meet and greet?” Junhui asked, almost growled. “I have to play elf for all of these parents and kids while you, looking entirely adorable and cute, are just waiting for me to claim you? And I have to wait to do the honor?”
Minghao quickly nodded, relieved that Junhui had felt the same way.
“Yeah. I know. I-”
Minghao whined as Junhui took a step closer towards him, their crotches rubbing against each other.
“I-I couldn’t stop t-thinking about you either. I just wanted y-you.”
Junhui’s eyes locked on him, looking at the desperation in his eyes. He raised an eyebrow before he gave Minghao yet another smirk.
“You let your heart take the wheel? It’s about damn time.”
Junhui leaned in again, claiming his lips, quickly deepening it. Junhui started sucking on his lips, making loud, obnoxious noises as Minghao desperately tried to keep up. Without warning, Junhui slipped his tongue into his mouth. Minghao moaned as Junhui tasted what was already known. Their bodies made contact, and Minghao could feel Junhui’s torso, his rock-hard abs against his own. His heart pounded, heat rising in his chest. This wasn’t enough; Minghao needed more, more, more .
Junhui then pulled away, his breathing heavy.
“Bedroom?”
Minghao quickly nodded. Junhui then grabbed his wrist and led them down the hallway. When the door closed, Junhui pulled Minghao to the bed and pushed him onto it. Minghao gasped as he saw Junhui looming over him, this time, with his shirt off.
Minghao’s eyes immediately went down to Junhui’s abs, the sight of it pooling heat into his crotch.
Oh my god.
Jun gave Minghao a knowing smile.
“Impressed, babe?”
Minghao nodded.
“I have a lot more coming for you; you have no idea.”
Junhui then leaned in again, connecting their lips for the nth time that late afternoon. Only this time, Junhui spent less time on his lips and started moving to the rest of his body. Just like earlier, he placed kisses onto the corner of Minghao’s lips, his jawline, and then his neck. Junhui swiftly took off the scarf and threw it to the ground, showing off the bruise he made earlier.
The sight of it swelled pride throughout Junhui’s body. It was his mark on Minghao’s skin, his teeth marks that made his skin bruise, a mark that said “back off, I belong to someone.” And he’d do it again, and again. He would mark Minghao as his own, show him off as his own, make sure no one would take him away, and make sure no one saw him the way he saw the younger now. This Minghao was too pretty for anyone else to see. Only his eyes should be able to see Minghao like this.
And it was that pride that prompted Junhui to attach his teeth to Minghao’s neck once again. Minghao let out a whine as Junhui sucked on the skin, making sure to leave another bruise.
He pulled away, kissing the new mark before he moved to Minghao’s collarbone. But unlike last time, he didn’t stop, and this time, pulled the hem of Minghao’s shirt up with his teeth. Junhui grabbed it, and just as swiftly with the scarf, pulled it off of Minghao and threw it to the floor. He started sucking on the skin above his collarbone, causing Minghao to let out another throaty moan. Junhui pulled away, his pride magnifying as he saw yet another bruise forming.
He continued moving down Minghao’s body, leaving kisses on Minghao’s chest, torso, making more occasional marks. Once Junhui reached the hem of Minghao’s jeans, he met his eyes again.
“Can I?”
Minghao nodded. Junhui then proceeded to remove his pants and boxers, carelessly throwing them on the floor. He could feel Junhui in between his legs, kissing the inside of his thighs,
And suddenly, a wave of euphoria washed over Minghao, feeling Junhui attach his teeth to the same place he’d left kisse. God, Minghao knew shouldn’t have loved it as much as he did. He could bask in the feeling of it and be satisfied with it and nothing else; he wanted it to eat him up and consume it until his mind and heart could remember nothing else but Junhui.
Once Junhui pulled away, he moved up, meeting Minghao’s eyes.
“I just need to be sure,” Junhui told him, “Do you want this as much as I do?”
Minghao didn’t even need the time to think of an answer. He nodded, almost too quickly. With his permission, Junhui leaned over to his left and reached into his nightstand drawer, producing a bottle of lube. He squirted a generous amount onto his fingers before throwing it back into his nightstand drawer.
Without hesitation, he inserted the first finger. Minghao let out a gasp at the intrusion, but then his mind went fuzzy with pleasure, feeling Jun moving within him.
Then Junhui added the second finger, and then the third. Feeling all three fingers, Minghao let out a whine, feeling his walls stretch and move with Junhui’s fingers. MInghao withered underneath Junhui, feeling Junhui scissor his hands. At the motion, Junhui chuckled.
“If you’re already gone during prep, imagine how it’s going to be when I finally get to fuck you.”
As Junhui continued to prep him, Minghao let out a small moan, but immediately covered his mouth with his hand in embarrassment. Junhui noticed before he slowly and gently removed Minghao’s hand.
“Don’t. I want to hear you.”
Minghao didn’t know what it was, whether Junhui was secretly a siren and able to control him with his voice or if he just had a hold on Minghao, because he nodded, continuing to let Jun do wonders to him as he let out louder moans that were loud enough to be filed as a noise complaint by Junhui’s neighbors.
“You see what you missed out all this time, Haohao?” Junhui whispered. “You see what can happen when you’re not so stubborn and just let go?”
Jun paused, looking up and meeting his eyes.
“I noticed it during our first makeout session, how you looked when I kissed you, kissed your jaw, left love bites on your pretty neck: you wanted this, just as much as I did, even more if we’re being honest. Deep down, you’ve always wanted more, but your thick skull and stubbornness got in the way. I knew then that it was just a matter of breaking you down and making you surrender to that desire. And now that I have-”
Junhui pulled out his fingers, making Minghao whine.
“I can show you what your deepest desire has been waiting for.”
Junhui reached into his nightstand and grabbed a condom. Minghao assumed that they would finally get to the actual sex, but instead of taking his pants off, Junhui looked at him, a glint of a micnevious look in his eyes.
“But… maybe… I don’t actually have the right idea of what you actually want,” Junhui said, “So tell me: What do you want, Haohao?”
Minghao glared up at Junhui. Now was not the time for Junhui to play his games.
“Oh, don’t give me that look,” Junhui teased, “I don’t know for sure what you want, and it’s not going to happen until you say it.”
That was a big ass lie. The smirk on his face and the cockiness in it: Junhui knew what he wanted; why was he going to make him say it? Especially now, with heat forming in his crotch increasing and the desire within him growing, begging to be penetrated by Junhui. He was starting to become frustrated. If Junhui didn’t hurry the fuck up, he might start crying.
“Come on, Haohao. Tell me.”
“Fuck me,” Minghao exclaimed, frustrated, “That’s what I want. I want you to fuck me until I’m unable to walk. Fuck, I need you. I need you so bad it hurts.”
Jun’s eyes slightly widened at Minghao outburst, but then his cocky smile came back.
“Anything for you, Haohao.”
And with that, Jun slipped off his jeans and boxers. Once he was naked, Minghao almost gasped, getting a first look at Junhui’s cock on display. He didn’t expect it to be that big.
Junhui must have noticed him staring because his cocky smile only grew.
“Like what you see, babe? Wait until it’s inside you.”
Junhui then ripped open the condom package and started to slip it onto his length.
“H-How are we doing this?” Minghao asked.
“I want you looking at me,” Junhui replied, “So don’t worry about it. I’ll position us.”
Minghao nodded. Once the condom was on, Junhui moved in towards him until his body sheltered Minghao’s. He spread Minghao’s legs apart, lifting one up, exposing Minghao’s entrance.
And slowly, but surely, Jun pushed himself in. Minghao whimpered, feeling the length of Junhui’s cock start to penetrate him. His insides started to string, now being fully aware of just how big Junhui was. It hurt so badly but felt incredible all at the same time, his heart speeding up and his breathing quickening when he felt more of Junhui entering him. Junhui then leaned into him, their chests making contact.
Junhui held the position, and Minghao could feel that Junhui was completely in. The two heavily breathed, finally becoming one.
“A-Are you good?” Junhui asked.
Minghao shakily nodded.
“Y-Yeah. J-Just needs some getting used to.”
“Never had someone this big in you before have you?”
“In truth, it’s been awhile.”
Junhui then met his eyes, satisfaction filling his own.
“I’m honored.”
Minghao didn’t reply, instead focusing on Junhui’s cock inside him, trying to will his inner walls to stretch and take away the pain.
“Can I try moving?” Junhui asked.
It still hurt, but Minghao thought it might help if Junhui moved, so he nodded. Junhui took the signal and pulled out, instantly thrusting back in. Minghao moaned at the movement, pleasure instantly overcoming pain.
Junhui started off slowly, trying a few gentle thrusts to help Minghao adjust. Minghao appreciated the thought, but he needed more, and he was tired of waiting.
“Faster,” Minghao whispered.
Junhui’s eyes slightly widened but he nodded, clawing the sheets before he sped up.
He repeated the process, speeding up with every thrust, slamming into Minghao. Minghao’s moans and Junhui’s groans mixed together and only grew louder as Junhui continued to pound into Minghao, the headboard of Junhui’s bed hitting the wall with each thrust. Minghao dug his nails into Junhui’s back, holding on as if life depended on it as Jun rammed into him.
Junhui then put Minghao’s leg over his shoulder, shifting the position to enable himself to penetrate even deeper into Minghao.
Minghao then felt the tip of Jun’s cock touch his prostate. The feel of it was pushing him over the edge. He let out a whiny moan, feeling the climax of his orgasm.
“Jun… J-Jun I’m… I-I’m gonna come.”
“Then do it.”
With another rough thrust, Minghao let out another whine, releasing onto Junhui’s chest. Junhui quickly followed, coming into the condom.
After the highs of their orgasms, Junhui’s thrusts became sloppy as he slowed down. As much as Minghao wanted more, he was relieved. He was out of breath, air struggling to get in and out of his lungs. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep up if Junhui kept going.
With one last thrust, Junhui pulled out before he fell onto his bed next to Minghao. Their chests moved up and down, trying to relax as they rested.
“Holy fuck,” Junhui said, “You’re incredible.”
Minghao turned to him, covering himself with the blanket.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
A tint of red colored Junhui’s cheeks, which made Minghao raise an eyebrow.
“Didn’t think a compliment about your sex game would make you blush.”
“It’s not just that.”
Before Minghao could ask what he meant, Junhui pulled him in and wrapped his arms around his waist. Minghao’s eyes widened, finding himself resting his head on Junhui’s chest. The now steady beat of Jun’s heart filling his ears. It was oddly calming. He wrapped his arm around Junhui’s torso, pulling himself in even closer.
“I didn’t take you for a cuddler,” Junhui said.
“Same for you,” Minghao replied, “But you offered, and I took it.”
“Well, I’m a post-sex cuddler,” Junhui told him, “Get used to it.”
Minghao looked up at him, a mischievous smile on his face.
“So this isn’t just a one time thing?”
Junhui gave him a cheeky smile.
“It doesn’t have to be… if you don’t want it to.”
Minghao thought for a moment. He should’ve just let this be a one time thing. After Christmas was over, he’d never have to see him again (unless they ran into each other on campus), but he didn’t like the thought of it, especially after being Junhui for this long, after saying hello at the beginning of this shifts, their banters during their breaks, and, admittedly, when they snuck off to make out, and now, when he and Jun had sex. Once Junhui had entered his life, Minghao didn’t want Junhui to not be in it.
He really didn’t want this to be a one time thing.
“Maybe… it can be a weekly thing? After our Saturday shifts… even after Christmas passes?”
Junhui gave him a genuine smile.
“I would like that.”
Minghao nodded, laying his head on Junhui’s chest once again, resting. He always thought he’d win against Junhui and his advances, but here he was, laying on Jun’s chest and sharing a post-sex cuddle.
Even though Minghao technically lost, he didn’t feel like he did.
He felt satisfied, like he actually did win, in a weird, different way.