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Goro taps his foot impatiently, glaring at the empty chair in the middle of the mall Christmas display. 

When he was hired to be Santa’s elf, he didn’t realize wearing a skimpy dress, too-tight stockings, and goddamn heels would be part of the job. But with mere weeks until Christmas, it’s too late to search for something less humiliating. It’s only temporary. A second job on top of his internship at the SIU, squeezed into the hours between college classes.

Besides, this job gets him a discount throughout the entire mall, and Goro is gunning for that expensive watch in the jewelry store. That’s the reason he took this job in the first place: to buy his boyfriend a nice gift for Christmas. Goro’s boyfriend works so hard, to the point where Goro barely sees him anymore. His long hours at the office leave Goro with plenty of cash to throw around, sure, but he wants to buy this gift with his own money. 

As Santa’s elf, Goro has to work with children, most of which are snotty-nosed brats with equally bratty parents. He has to wear uncomfortable elf ears to pair with his slutty elf dress. But the worst part of this job has to be the main attraction: the sleazy mall Santa he’s been paired with. Akira Kurusu, who is currently late and missing in action while Goro is stuck with a horde of kids who want nothing more than to go home, and angry parents who glare at Goro like he personally caused a meteor to hit earth and wipe out humanity as they know it.

“Aha… Santa ran into a bit of airplane traffic on his sleigh,” Goro bullshits. “It’s a long journey from the North Pole!”

This doesn’t seem to ease the parents’ stress. They continue to glare, and Goro’s nose twitches with rage. He does not get paid enough for this.

“Shit—”

He hears the telltale sound of Kurusu stumbling around while getting dressed in his Santa costume, and for the first time since meeting this stain on the earth, Goro feels relief at his presence.

“I think I hear jingle bells~!”

Goro pushes through the door of the backstage area, his fake smile dropping as soon as he spots the trash he’s forced to work with.

“Late again?” he snarls. Kurusu is still in the midst of getting dressed, the Santa pants midway down his legs. His boxer briefs are visible, but Goro keeps his gaze glued to the man’s face. “You realize this is your job, right? You’re expected to show up on time.”

“I was busy.”

“Doing what?”

“Delivering homemade muffins to orphans.”

Santa smells like smoke. In fact, the entire suit smells like cigarettes, which Goro doubts Kurusu has ever washed. Goro has a bit of a hunch as to what he was up to.

“Just hurry up and get out there before I punch a parent in the face.”

“Now that’s something I’d like to see.”

Goro turns, Kurusu follows, which brings Goro to a pause. 

“You’re going to meet the kids like that? No beard, no wig?”

“The beard is so itchy. Who says Santa has to have one anyway?”

“Everyone! You look like some guy they pulled off the street.” Which is exactly what he is, but he can at least look the part.

“Would you wanna wear this thing?” Kurusu holds up the rats nest beard and shoves it in Goro’s face. Goro recoils before it has a chance to touch him.

“I wear the dress, you wear the beard. It’s what we were hired to do.”

“Fine. But I’m not wearing the wig. I don’t wanna wake up with a nasty case of lice.”

He begrudgingly throws the beard on, and Goro can’t help but laugh. It’s way too big on him, drowning his face in obviously fake white curls. His black hair is visible beneath the Santa hat, and his thick glasses are not at all like the glasses Santa is usually depicted wearing.

“There. Happy?”

“Try not to make any children cry.”

“I could say the same to you.”

Goro twirls, Kurusu’s bearded face going ignored as he exits the backstage area. Their ‘set’ is nothing better than something seen in a high school theater club, but at least it allows for some semblance of privacy.

“Now that a certain someone has had his fill of milk and cookies, who’s ready to meet Santa?”

Some kids cheer, some shy away behind their parents, but Goro couldn’t care less. Now that Santa is here, it’s up to the parents to make their kids participate.

Kurusu waltzes onstage and plops down on Santa’s chair, manspreading like the entire world revolves around him. Goro wouldn’t be surprised if half these parents ask for a refund. 

“All you have to do is sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas,” Goro recites his script. “Then we’ll take a picture that goes into Santa’s book. He uses it to determine who’s been naughty or nice this year.”

“Let’s demonstrate,” Kurusu says, which is not his next line. He’s supposed to say some shit about checking it twice, but instead he wraps his arms around Goro’s waist and yanks him into his lap.

So much to say, Goro shrieks.

“Tell me what you want for Christmas,” Kurusu purrs into his fake elf ear, his fake beard scratching the side of Goro’s face. Payback for making him wear it in the first place. The scent of cigarettes is even stronger here, and Goro knows that Santa suit is getting all sorts of germs on him. Worst of all, his skirt managed to ride up upon falling into Santa’s lap, revealing a dangerous amount of thigh that’s being exposed to that disgusting suit.

He’s not sitting on the edge of Santa’s knee like the kids do, no. His ass is squished against Kurusu’s crotch, his back flush to the man’s chest.

“I’m an elf, Santa.” Goro squirms in attempt to get away, but that only causes Kurusu’s arms to tighten around his waist. “We make the gifts, we don’t receive them.”

“Oh, but you’re my favorite elf. Go on, you deserve it.”

“Shouldn’t it remain a secret?”

“I’ll keep it between us.”

Goro’s teeth clench. He cups his hand over his mouth before leaning in to whisper;

“Your head on a pike.”

Kurusu has the audacity to laugh. “I think we can make that happen. Have you been naughty or nice this year, little elf?”

Goro manages to yank himself free, brushing off his skirt before forcing the fake smile onto his face. 

“Who’s up first?”

❅❅❅

By some miracle, Goro survives his shift. He rushed to the food court during his lunch break to get away from Kurusu (who probably gets his lunch from a dumpster), and after work he immediately rushed to the nearest train station to get away from Kurusu (who probably lives in a dumpster). He runs straight for the shower to wash off Kurusu’s lingering touch, but he’s not satisfied when he steps out, even after changing into a fresh set of clothes. He needs his boyfriend to comfort him and make him forget all about that pervert Santa he has to deal with.

Of course, he doubts his boyfriend has left work, so Goro shoots him a text asking for an ETA. The response he receives about a ‘project that could take all night’ does not leave him satisfied, but rather grouchy as he crawls into his bed alone.

It’ll be worth it once Goro can buy that watch. His boyfriend will realize he’s independent, he can make his own salary, and his boyfriend doesn’t need to work twice as hard to pay both their bills. Dealing with Kurusu will be worth it.

❅❅❅

Goro hates this man. Yes, man, because while Goro is a freshly-18 college student with a part time job and detective internship, Kurusu is well beyond that. Late twenties to early thirties if Goro had to guess. Certainly too old to end up with a deadbeat job as a mall Santa. 

He showed up to work on time today—early, even—and he’s using this time to inflict Goro with a migraine.

“That stuff is garbage, you know,” he says when he sees Goro sipping his Frostbucks coffee. Peppermint mocha, to get in the Christmas mood. “It can barely qualify as coffee.”

“This is garbage, but cigarettes are perfectly fine?”

“Hey, I never said they were healthy,” Kurusu winks. Goro doesn’t answer, continuing to sip his mocha in silence.

Until Kurusu hangs his denim jacket on the coat rack and starts to peel off his shirt, and Goro immediately covers his eyes.

“Ugh— Seriously?!”

“What?”

“You can’t warn me first? I can give you some privacy!”

“I thought you didn’t want me to waste your precious time by being late? Speaking of, are you going to put your dress on?”

“Not while you’re here! Are you done yet?”

“Yup.”

Goro peeks his eyes open, only to find Kurusu still shirtless while he fastens his belt on the Santa pants. He meets Goro’s gaze with a grin.

“Just kidding.”

Goro immediately covers his eyes again. “I have a boyfriend.”

“Good for you. Maybe you should change in the bathroom if you’re so concerned about me spying on you.”

“Maybe I will.”

Goro grabs his backpack before making his way toward the exit, only to be stopped by Kurusu’s voice.

“By the way, you’re not all that modest when you’re dressed either. I can nearly see your ass in that dress. Cute candy cane panties, by the way.”

Goro spins around without thinking, pointing an accusatory finger at the man. “You sick freak. You should consider yourself lucky that I don’t report you.”

It’s then Goro notices Kurusu’s state of dress. He has the Santa coat hung over his shoulders, still unbuttoned to show his abs. It’s not the abs of some lowlife who lives in a dumpster and spends his entire miniscule salary on cigarettes, no. He looks quite nice. Defined. Muscular. Healthy. 

“Report me? You’re lucky I don’t report you for bending over all the time. Are you sure your boyfriend is putting out?”

Goro tears his eyes away from Kurusu’s abs.

“Every night,” he lies. And it’s obvious that it’s a lie, revealed by the slight crack in Goro’s voice. “And I suggest you stop creeping on me before he finds out.”

Goro turns with that, forcing Kurusu and his abs out of his mind. Are you sure your boyfriend is putting out? Fuck that stupid…fuckhead! So what if he and his boyfriend haven’t had sex in a (long) while? Goro is perfectly satisfied masturbating in his bed alone, thank you very much.

❅❅❅

“Let’s give them a demonstration.”

Kurusu once again fucks up the script during the introduction, but Goro manages to avoid his grabby hands before he can pull him into his lap, politely sitting on his knee instead.

“Alright, Santa, I’ll tell you what I want for Christmas.” He leans in to whisper in Kurusu’s ear, just as he did yesterday, “To blow your brains out.”

“Ho ho ho, I think we can make that happen.” Kurusu grins before lowering his voice, “You’re offering to blow me?”

Goro slams his heel down on Kurusu’s foot before standing up, his fake smile never faltering.

“Who’s first?” he asks the line, two kids being ushered by their parents to step forward. “Are you excited to meet Santa?”

The kids awkwardly shift in place instead of answering. Fine, Goro didn’t care anyway.

They walk up to Santa while Goro adjusts the camera, and after a bit of hushed conversation, as well as asking the kids what they want for Christmas, Kurusu somehow has them smiling ear to ear for the picture. 

“Remember, you still have to behave before Christmas if you don’t want coal in your stocking,” Kurusu says as his parting words. Goro bends down to give the kids candy canes as they go, and he hates that he can feel Kurusu’s eyes on his ass. Why does he only creep on Goro? He never catches Kurusu checking out the moms in line. Why did Goro have to be cursed with his attention?

On the day he wears snowflake panties no less!

Goro sighs. He wishes he could rant to his boyfriend about this, but he hasn’t exactly…told him about this job. He wants the watch to be a surprise. And his boyfriend is too busy with work to notice Goro being gone for a few extra hours a day.

But if Goro did tell him, he would march straight over here and punch “Santa” for looking at Goro like that. Looking at Goro like he owns him. If he doesn’t cut this shit out soon, Goro might have to punch Kurusu himself.

❅❅❅

Trains Delayed for at Least Another Two Hours Due to Heavy Snow on Tracks

Goro sighs as he reads the article on his phone, snow surrounding the sidewalks on all sides. An unexpected snowstorm obstructing his only way home is just what he needs.

“Pretty gnarly out here,” Kurusu whistles as he steps out of the mall. He’s dressed in his normal clothes again—a tshirt, flannel and jeans, certainly not suitable clothes for the weather. But unlike Goro, he doesn’t seem affected. 

“Even the trains are fucking delayed,” Goro mutters. 

“Shit. For how long?”

“Two hours.” And the mall is closed, which means Goro can’t hide away inside somewhere. Maybe he can escape Kurusu’s looming presence in the station.

“You need a ride home?”

Goro’s taken aback by this. “You have a car?”

Kurusu points to a vehicle at the front of the parking lot. It’s not a car at all, but rather a fucking motorcycle.

Goro’s jaw drops. “On that thing? Are you fucking crazy?”

“Relax. You’re not going to get hurt.”

“And why the hell would I believe that?!”

“Suit yourself. Have a fun two hours, Akechi.”

“I’m not going to sit out here in the snow. I’ll ask my boyfriend for a ride.”

Goro fishes his phone out of his pocket and dials his boyfriend’s number, tapping his foot as it rings and rings and rings.

Kurusu watches him with a raised brow.

Until finally he picks up.

“I’m a little busy, Goro. What do you need?”

“Hello darling. Sweetheart,” Goro says pointedly. “As you can probably tell by looking out the window of your very well-paying job, it’s snowing quite heavily outside. Enough to delay the trains by at least two hours, while I’m stuck at the mall, no less. Would you mind giving me a ride home?”

“You know I have a project due this weekend.”

“I know but—”

“We’ll be working on it all night. And I’m not the only one. I’d be letting down everyone in the office by slacking off.”

“Picking up your boyfriend while he’s stranded is not ‘slacking off.’ It would take fifteen minutes at most—”

“Any time not working is slacking off. You’ll learn this once the detective agency offers you a real job. Say, if I get that promotion, I might be able to use my connections to move you up the ranks. How’s that for a Christmas present?”

“I told you, I want to earn a job myself—”

“I have to get back to work, Goro. See you Sunday?”

“But—”

It’s too late. Goro’s boyfriend has already hung up, leaving him to argue with the dial tone. He feigns a chuckle as he turns to Kurusu.

“He’ll be here soon.”

Kurusu is unconvinced. “Sounds like he really cares about you.”

“Fuck off. He does. He’s working late because he has to cover both our bills.”

“You don’t live together?”

“No. Not yet. I’m 18. I’m not interested in moving in with anyone until I’m at least 19.”

“You’re only 18?”

“Yes. Why, is that surprising?”

“You act so high and mighty all the time. I just assumed you were older.”

“High and mighty? Not mature for my age?”

“Is that what your boyfriend tells you?”

“...Maybe.”

“It actually makes sense. You act pretty childish sometimes.”

“Childish? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Bratty, prickly, always trying to come across as the smartest person in the room. So you’re 18, and he’s..?”

“29.”

“How did that happen?”

“He gave a presentation in my college auditorium, and we just so happened to talk afterwards. He liked that I was… ah. Mature for my age.”

Kurusu doesn’t laugh or smirk like Goro may have expected. Instead all he says is, “Let me give you a ride home.”

Goro is so caught off guard that he remains silent. 

“I can drop you off a few blocks away if you’re worried about me knowing where you live.”

“I’m more concerned about flying off that death trap,” Goro snaps.

“You better hold on tight then.” Kurusu then magically summons a motorcycle helmet Goro hadn’t realized he was holding, offering it to Goro. “I can get by without it. It’s better than waiting out here in the cold, and who knows how long it’ll take before the trains are running again.”

Goro knows he’s right. His boyfriend isn’t coming, the trains aren’t running, and his apartment is too far to walk. He hesitantly takes the helmet before eyeing it like a foreign substance. 

He then silently slips it over his hair, glaring through the window when Kurusu laughs.

“What?” 

“Sorry— sorry. It just makes you look smaller than you already are.”

“I’m not a child.” There’s no use in arguing with this man. “The Triple Seven in Kichijoji. Drop me off there.”

“This way, your highness.”

He throws a leg over the seat before gesturing Goro to sit behind him, and Goro once again takes a moment to debate if this is worth it. God dammit. If his boyfriend knew this is how Goro has to get home, surely he would’ve come to pick him up.

He begrudgingly sits on the back of the bike and places his hands on Kurusu’s shoulders. He can barely see out of this stupid helmet. If he closes his eyes, he can pretend it’s his boyfriend in front of him.

Except Kurusu is much broader. And through the helmet Goro can pick up the scent of a nice cologne. An expensive cologne. How the hell can he afford something like this? Did he steal it? And this bike must’ve been worth a pretty penny. Unless this is a case of grand theft auto—

“You’ll have to hold on tighter than that, princess.”

“I’m not going to cuddle up to you.”

“Suit yourself.”

Then Kurusu takes off—as in, he leaves the parking lot at a slow crawl, but it still feels like too much for Goro. The bike is wobbly, and every turn makes him feel like he’s about to be ejected off this sad excuse for a vehicle. The engine is loud, and it only gets worse as Kurusu pulls onto the main road. All Goro can hear is loud motorcycle rumbling, the wind and snow whipping by his ears, and the screams of his own brain about how he’s not going to survive. He’s tightly clinging to Kurusu’s shoulders by now, his head curled against the man’s upper back. He’s going to die and it’s all his boyfriend’s fault. That son of a bitch couldn’t take a single moment out of his day to pick him up?!

At least he’ll die pressed against Kurusu’s frame. He’s so warm in the cold weather, his flannel soft beneath Goro’s grip—

Suddenly the wind stops, the loud engine lowers to a gentle purr, and Kurusu announces their arrival with a blunt, “We’re here.”

Goro’s eyes shoot open beneath his helmet, and he rips away from Kurusu’s body in a flash. “We’re here?”

This does not at all look like Goro’s apartment building. Where the hell did Kurusu take him? To the dumpster he lives in? A secret sex dungeon he’ll lock Goro in for an eternity?

“You said Triple Seven in Kichijoji, right?”

Goro looks up at the neon Triple Seven sign above him.

“Ah. I suppose I did.”

Goro awkwardly stumbles off the bike until he’s standing upright again, still feeling somewhat unbalanced on his feet.

“Goodnight, Kurusu.”

“Wait—”

Goro turns to Kurusu with a grimace. Great. This is where Kurusu asks if he can walk him home. It’s where he feigns being a gentleman so he can invite himself inside and take advantage of Goro’s dizzy, boyfriendless state. “What?”

“The helmet.”

Oh. 

“Right.”

He slips it off and hands it to Kurusu, and suddenly he can see again. The lights of Kichijoji are vibrant as they reflect in Kurusu’s glasses, his face tinted red from the Triple Seven sign.

Goro clears his throat. “Thank you again”

“Don’t sweat it.” Kurusu’s smirk disappears in place of his helmet. “Anytime you need a ride, just ask. Seriously.”

“I’ll… consider it.”

With a salute, Kurusu rides off through the Kichijoji streets, and Goro can’t help but think his retreating bike makes him look like a knight in shining armor.

❅❅❅

After a good night of sleep, Goro wakes up the next morning in a spout of horror. He must have gone insane. What the hell was he thinking letting Kurusu strap him to the back of his motorcycle like that? The life or death experience clearly altered his cognitive ability. Not only did he get upset at his boyfriend, but he was lured in by Kurusu’s spell. That man is not warm or comforting in the slightest. He’s a filthy creep who rides around Tokyo on an obnoxious motorcycle, and Goro is determined to scrub all traces off his skin as he showers the next morning. 

Sunday. His boyfriend will have the day off on Sunday.

Goro nuzzles deeper into his coat as he walks through the mall. He’s dressed properly for the weather, with a few extra layers on top in case the trains happen to get delayed again. He’ll have absolutely zero reason to be swayed by Kurusu’s insistence.

He passes the jewelry store window and sighs as he comes to a stop. The watch is right there on display, glistening beneath the store lights. He’s still a ways away from being able to afford that hefty price tag, but if his math is correct, he’ll just barely scrape enough together by Christmas Eve. Hopefully he doesn’t have to sell anything to get there. He quite likes the things he owns.

His eyes flick to the rest of the display, beyond all the thick watches to a necklace and bracelet set. They’re not too flashy, with the chains being quite thin. Rather it’s the matching charms that catch his attention. A crow dangling from the bracelet and a birdcage pendant hooked to the necklace. They’re beautiful, but the price tag is no laughing matter. Even if Goro were to spend his watch money on the set instead, he could only afford one out of the two.

“That’s pretty.”

A voice behind him startles Goro to the point of jumping, his shock quickly replaced with annoyance once he places a face to the voice.

Kurusu.

“Sure is,” he mutters. Not that you could ever afford it.

“You haven’t told me what you actually want for Christmas,” Kurusu points out. “Other than a knife in my chest.”

“That is what I want. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Is it that crow set there?” Kurusu points at the display on the back. “I’ve seen you wearing bracelets from time to time. They look good on you.”

“My boyfriend got them for me.” Really Goro’s boyfriend gave him a wad of cash and told him to get whatever he wants from the jewelry store, but that still counts as buying it for him. “And no, that’s not what I want. That watch there— That’s what I want for Christmas.”

Kurusu’s held tilts. “That watch?”

“Is there a problem?”

“Yeah. It’s fucking ugly.”

Goro scoffs. “Or maybe it’s too sophisticated for you.”

“No, it’s just ugly. And no offense, but you don’t really seem like a watch person. Especially not one so… gaudy.”

“And what the fuck do you know about watches?”

“Quite a bit, actually.” Kurusu lifts his arm to show off his watch, an all black number outlined in real gold with a leather wristband to pair. It’s clearly expensive. Goro is starting to suspect Kurusu is a professional thief. “Nice, right? The thinner the better in my opinion. When I see thick watches like that, I assume the person wearing it is compensating for something.”

Goro’s eyes travel higher up Kurusu’s arms. He’s wearing a t-shirt in winter weather (because of course he is) showing off numerous tattoos. They’re all nicely done, and from the brief knowledge Goro has about tattoos, he knows they’re not cheap. A rose with a stem that stretches across his forearm, thorns and all. An intricate design of a dagger next to a domino mask, and a copy of the fool tarot card on his bicep. A red top hat with a flaming mask with the words take your heart written beneath it. They can arguably be considered fuckboy tattoos, but that doesn’t deny the fact that they’re well done.

Goro fixes his glare back on the watch. “Where the hell did you get that?”

“Central Street. I can take you there if you wanna do some shopping. A thinner watch would fit your wrists so much better, don’t you think?”

“It’s not for me, dumbass. It’s for my boyfriend.”

“You’re buying that as a gift? Do you secretly hate him?”

“What? No. This is the type of watch he likes to wear.”

“Like, willingly? Are you dating a gorilla?”

Goro’s upper lip curls in a snarl. “I don’t think a gorilla could afford something like this.”

“And you can? You’re 18, Akechi. Aren’t you a college student?”

“Why the fuck else would I take this job?”

“Won’t that cost your entire salary?”

“Yes. It’s a fair price to pay for a nice Christmas gift.”

“And what about you? Are you going to buy yourself a Christmas gift?”

“Why would I buy myself a Christmas gift? He’ll give me money to buy whatever I want.”

Kurusu parts his lips to argue back before ultimately deciding to keep quiet. He clearly has more to say, yet he’s choosing to bite his tongue. 

“And what is it you want, Akechi?” he finally asks.

“I told you. I want your head on a pike.”

He meets Kurusu’s eyes, silencing wafting between the two until Kurusu huffs an amused sound through his nose. 

“We’ll see what Santa can do,” he jokes. “All that blood might scare off the kids though.”

Goro can’t fight down the twitch of his lips. “Good thing we have a janitor.”

❅❅❅

“Akechi!”

Goro stops his trek toward the train station when Kurusu calls after him. Wrapped up in his scarf and winter coat, he turns around with a confused, “What?”

Kurusu has a lit cigarette hanging between his lips, pulling it away from his mouth as he gestures toward the parking lot.

“Where’re you going? Bike’s this way.”

“The train’s aren’t delayed tonight, Kurusu.”

“Yeah, but my bike’s faster. And you don’t need to be squished between dozens of people getting off work at the same time.”

“No, instead I have to be squished against you.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Yes! You…” smell amazing despite the cigarettes. You’re warm and broad and it pisses me off. “You could be planning to kidnap me for all I know.”

Kurusu takes a puff of his cigarette, his lips fitting perfectly around it. The smoke curls in the air between them, and Goro’s half tempted to breathe it in. “Couldn’t you just call your boyfriend to come rescue you if I did?”

Goro glares. “Taking the train really isn’t that inconvenient.”

“Yeah, but you have to walk, and you’ve been standing on those heels all day.”

“I’m not some princess who needs to be carried around all day.”

“Yeah? Could’ve fooled me.”

“Goodnight, Kurusu.”

“I know you want to get better at riding a motorcycle,” Kurusu calls after him. “You sucked shit at it yesterday.”

Goro once again turns around. “Excuse me?”

“You were such a baby, clinging onto me and shaking like a kitten who doesn’t know how to walk yet. Not that I would expect any different from a teenager.”

“Or maybe I was looking out for my safety on that torture device.”

“I manage to ride it just fine.”

“Because you have no other choice.”

“Maybe you’re just not cut out for bike life.”

Kurusu puts out his cigarette with his shoe before walking toward the parking lot.

“Aren’t you going to throw that away?” Goro gestures at the cigarette.

“Whoops. Mind getting that for me, princess?”

Goro marches after him, crushed cigarette left behind on the sidewalk. “I’m not your maid. And I’m not a baby kitten you can train into hanging off the back of your bike.”

“That’s fine. I already said you’re not cut out for it.”

“I don’t want to be cut out for it. You giving me a ride was a one time thing.”

“Boyfriend wasn’t very happy about that, was he?”

Goro didn’t have a chance to tell his boyfriend. Not that he would have if they’d talked last night, but he didn’t even get the chance.

“Give me that.” He yanks the helmet out of Kurusu’s hands, the man’s face immediately lighting up.

“Change your mind?”

“Shut up. Get on.”

“‘Atta girl.”

Kurusu gets on his bike, and Goro slides into the seat behind him. He feels so small next to him, like a napkin that could easily fly away in the wind.

“You’ll have to hold on tight, but try to keep your head up this time. The city is beautiful like this.”

“Not that I can see much anyway.”

Kurusu turns around, adjusting the helmet on Goro’s head until it’s properly tightened into place. His vision is no longer cut off halfway down the middle, and he can see Kurusu’s face inches away from his own.

“Better?”

“...Drive, Kurusu.”

Kurusu grins and turns to face the road, slowly driving out of the parking lot at the same speed he did yesterday. Goro’s arms are tight around his shoulders, but he keeps his eyes open to watch as the mall’s Christmas decorations disappear in the distance. The wind picks up speed when they pull onto the main road, but the helmet keeps Goro’s hair under control. He resists the urge to rest his head on Kurusu’s back and instead keeps his eyes glued to what’s in front of him. Kurusu is actually wearing a winter coat tonight, as well as a blue scarf that conceals the back of his neck from view. His fluffy black hair is whipping like crazy, but at least he has his glasses to protect his eyes.

Goro peeks his head over the man’s shoulder to see what’s in front of them. Kurusu wasn’t lying; the city is beautiful like this, the Kichijoji promenade decorated in Christmas lights and snowflakes. Goro enjoys the sights for a few more blocks until they reach their destination: the Triple Seven closest to Goro’s apartment. His legs are only slightly shaky as he gets off the bike, and he actually remembers to take the helmet off this time.

“And that’s how it’s done,” he smirks as he returns the helmet. “I bet you weren’t that good the second time you rode a motorcycle.”

“You’re a natural,” Kurusu grins. “Same time tomorrow?”

“You really think you can lure me onto that deathtrap a third time?”

“It’s up to you. Practice makes perfect.” Kurusu slips on the helmet, but Goro can still see the glint in his eyes. “Sleep well, Akechi.”

“Whatever.”

Kurusu drives off into the snowy city, and Goro walks to his apartment with a weird strain in his chest. Probably from stress.

❅❅❅

“Tell me what you want for Christmas, little elf,” Santa purrs in Goro’s ear. His arms are wrapped tight around Goro’s waist—so tight—and Goro doesn’t struggle to get away this time. He leans into Kurusu’s chest and grins.

“Oh but Santa, I make the gifts, I don’t receive them.”

“Let’s keep it our little secret then.”

Goro’s face feels hot. His skirt is pooled around Santa’s lap in a way that has his panties pressed directly against his bulge. He really shouldn’t play into this, but the thought of torturing Kurusu by making him fight down a boner is too good to pass up.

Goro leans in to whisper; 

“I want your cock, Santa.”

Kurusu’s eyes are practically on fire at the words. He’s not wearing that stupid beard today, and for once Goro doesn’t feel the need to bitch at him. “Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

“Isn’t that for you to figure out?”

“Hm, let’s see…” 

Goro squirms in place as Santa retrieves his book. Either Santa will give him the fucking of a lifetime, or Santa will have to punish him for being bad.

“Oh, that’s not good.”

Goro’s heart drops. “What is it?”

“It says here you’ve been naughty.”

“What?” Tears well in Goro’s eyes. No, he needs dick so badly. He might cry if he doesn’t get what he wants for Christmas. “That’s impossible. To hell with your book, Santa! I’ve been nothing but good to you this year!”

Dark eyes skim the book once more before he sets it to the side. “There’s a slim chance of error, Akechi. But…”

“But..?”

Kurusu’s hands slide up the length of Goro’s thigh, slipping beneath his fluffy green dress.

“You’ll just have to prove how nice you can be.”

“Anything, Santa.”

A thumb brushes the hardness in Goro’s panties before pulling away all together. “On your knees.”

Goro moves into position in a flash, and the last thing he hears before he wakes up is the sound of Santa unzipping his pants.

…Before he wakes up.

…Before he..?

Goro shoots up in bed, his eyes wide and his face drained of color. No. No. There’s no fucking way he just dreamed about that. With him.

God dammit. Goro needs dick asap.

His boyfriend has been a little too busy to take care of him, and the effects are starting to weigh on Goro. Last Sunday, his one day off, he ended up working overtime, and Goro went yet another weekend without satiating his needs. This Sunday, he’ll finally rid himself of this burning emptiness. His boyfriend promised.

He washes his face after running to the bathroom, scrubbing violently as though trying to wash his brain clean. He feels absolutely zero desire for Kurusu. In fact, he hates the man. Santa trash. These motorcycle rides must really be throwing off his circadian rhythm. That wasn’t a sex dream of any sort. It was a nightmare.

Goro has been letting Kurusu give him rides home for the past week, but clearly that has to stop. Something about that man is affecting his sanity. Something about him… It’s probably his stench that’s poisoning Goro’s brain. Like a gas leak.

He attempts to avoid Kurusu the following day, but it’s difficult when they work in such close proximity. Reciting his script for the long line of children and parents, Goro’s heart just isn’t in it.

“Santa will then use his book to determine if you’re naughty or nice,” he growls, as though trying to explode Kurusu and his stupid dick with his words.

“Let’s demonstrate,” the owner of said stupid dick says. Goro fights down the heat in his upper thighs. The thought of sitting on Santa’s lap makes him queasy, especially in front of such a large audience.

You’re doing this for your boyfriend. If you get him that watch, he will absolutely dick you down.

So Goro sits on the edge of Kurusu’s knee. So much on the edge, in fact, that he would’ve fallen off had it not been for Kurusu’s hands on his waist keeping him steady.

“Tell me, what do you want for Christmas?”

Kurusu’s eyes are… dreamy, even behind his thick glasses. He’s wearing the hideous beard, and Goro can’t help but scowl at the offending thing. Could their boss not go to Party Country and buy a new one? Kurusu makes a much more handsome Santa without it.

Not that Goro finds Kurusu attractive. The beard just happens to make him uglier than he already is.

“But I’m an elf, Santa,” he hisses, far more harsh than Goro usually recites the line. “I make the presents, I don’t receive them.”

“Oh, but you’re my favorite elf. We can keep it between us.”

Kurusu’s eyes rake down Goro’s body, and Goro can’t help but repress a shiver. From disgust, obviously.

Goro leans in to whisper, “A rope around your neck.”

“Ho ho ho, I’m sure I can get you a few ropes,” Kurusu chuckles, a low sound that Goro itches to get away from. “But have you been naughty or nice this year, little elf?”

Goro tries not to think about his dream. And he tries so hard not to think about it that he ends up thinking about it.

“That’s what your list is for, Santa.”

Kurusu leans in. “Then why don’t we take a look?”

He’s close. So close that Goro can’t help his gaze from flicking down to his lips. 

…Where he sees the disgusting fake beard is mere inches away from his face.

Goro stands in a flash. “You can worry about me later. We have all these wonderful children to meet first.” 

They go about their day without needing to interact much. Kurusu asks the kids what they want for Christmas, and Goro works the camera before handing each child a ‘gift.’ Wrapped toys, dolls, candy—all things that were donated. Goro tries especially hard not to bend over too much as he retrieves them. 

“Here’s a reward for coming to meet Santa~ If you don’t like it, blame him.”

“Santa hasn’t gotten you what you really want yet. He can’t summon toys with the snap of his fingers. Us elves in the workshop will put it together for you.”

“This is just a little treat from Santa. He’s still reviewing the naughty and nice list. He loves to take his sweet time checking it twice.”

Until they reach closing time, and Goro doesn’t say anything at all. 

He makes haste to escape the mall as quickly as possible, not even bothering to change out of his elf dress as he zooms toward the exit. Of course Kurusu notices and is hot on his tail. He didn’t have much time to change either, only having removed his hat and beard. His Santa coat is unbuttoned to show his graphic tshirt underneath. “Hit me with your best shot,” it says beneath a cartoon espresso cup.

“Akechi, wait up!”

Goro doesn’t stop walking. He doesn’t even turn to look at Kurusu. He doesn’t trust his brain not to think… thoughts. 

“You want a ride home? It’s raining pretty hard out there.”

“And wouldn’t that just make for a more miserable drive home on a motorcycle? Perhaps you should invest in a car with a roof.”

Kurusu is walking side by side with Goro now. Damn him and his long strides!

“It’s really not that bad considering how quick the trip is.”

“I frankly don’t trust you to drive with rain pelting your glasses. I doubt you’ll be able to see the road very well.”

“I don’t even need them.” Kurusu takes off his glasses and chucks them over his shoulder, abandoned. Goro stares in disbelief. “What’s your excuse now?”

“Maybe I don’t want to get on a motorcycle with Santa.”

“But you’ll get on a train dressed as an elf?”

“For the last time, Kurusu, I’ll be fine—”

Goro steps outside the mall doors and is immediately attacked by a slew of raindrops. His dress and stockings are instantly soaked, which means he’ll have to leave them out to dry overnight. But that’s the last thing on his mind right now. At the forefront of his priorities is the need to get home and dry off as quickly as possible.

He can already imagine the puddle that would form beneath him if he stepped onto the train like this, and he’ll only get more wet and more pathetic in the time it takes to walk to the station.

“Fine,” he mutters. One more night. Tomorrow he’ll bring an umbrella and a fucking boat if he has to.

“Fine?”

“Go get your stupid bike. I’ll be waiting under the awning.”

Kurusu grins. “Be right over.”

Goro watches as Kurusu actually runs to his bike, still dressed in his bright red Santa suit, the sound of jingle bells ringing with every step. Thank god he thought to remove the beard. Goro would not want to see that thing when it’s soaking wet.

Kurusu drives slowly over to him, clearly trying to be careful to not accidentally splash him with the water flooding the road. He wipes off the helmet with his sleeve before handing it to Goro.

“Hop on.”

Goro pulls off his plastic elf ears before shoving the helmet over his face. At least it protects his eyes from the rain, but it quickly becomes difficult to see once it’s been covered in drops. He wishes this thing came with a windshield wiper.

The lack of vision makes him not notice at first, but Goro figures it out eventually. They’re going the complete opposite direction of Kichijoji. He recognizes the bright Christmas decorations along the way, and the bright Christmas directions he sees through his rainy helmet are not the ones he knows at all.

Goro knew he shouldn’t have trusted Kurusu. He’s going to kidnap Goro and lock him in his basement, snatching his phone away before Goro can even think of calling his boyfriend for help. He’s going to be murdered by this creep in a Santa outfit. Goro’s going to die before he gets dicked down again!

“We’re here.”

Goro peeks an eye open. Unsurprisingly, he can’t see anything out of the helmet, but he can tell this is not Triple Seven.

“Here being..?”

“Somewhere warm. And dry. Come on.”

Warm? And dry?? A sex dungeon is also warm and dry!

Goro takes off the helmet, purely for the sake of being able to see his phone and call the police, but he’s brought to a pause upon seeing the building they’ve parked in front of. It’s… a cafe? A public place? With witnesses?

Perhaps Kurusu actually did want to go somewhere warm and dry.

“To wait out the rain,” the man says as he holds the front door open. The lights are on, and there’s a short redhead working behind the counter, but it doesn’t seem to be all that populated. If this woman is in the pocket of Kurusu and his weird sex ring, she might not be a good witness at all.

“How… charming,” Goro comments as he steps inside. The cafe contains booths and barstools alike, a small kitchen and a set of stairs that leads to a mysterious location. Goro passes a coat rack where he would hang a coat if he had one. Instead all he has is a soaking wet dress that is currently dripping water all over the entrance.

“Good. You’re back. Does that mean I can go home now?” the redhead asks. Kurusu grins as he unpeels the red Santa coat from his upper body.

“Take the rest of the night off, ‘Taba. Thanks for the help.”

“Yeah, yeah. I don’t wanna be here anyway now that your boytoy of the night is here.”

“N-not that this is a regular thing!” Kurusu rushes to correct, to which Goro is immediately suspicious. This isn’t a date, is it?

“Peace out, old man.”

The redhead exits the cafe with a jingle of the bell above the door, leaving Goro officially alone with Kurusu.

“There’s clothes in the closet upstairs if you want a fresh set,” Kurusu tells him. “Take anything you want.”

“Clothes?” Goro blinks, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. “Why— You could’ve just taken me home. Where I could’ve worn my own clothes.”

“Does home have a piping hot mug of coffee waiting for you?”

“Yes! I have a machine, thank you.”

“A machine,” Kurusu scoffs. “Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

“Not with nobody working here, it won’t.” Goro eyes the stairs warily, before it finally hits him what Kurusu said. “Wait, upstairs? Are customers even allowed up there?”

“You’re more than a customer; you’re my guest. Take whatever you want from the closet.”

Oh. Goro gets it. Kurusu is an employee of this quaint little coffee shop. Probably something he picked up recently once he realized a mall Santa salary can’t pay off tattoos and cigarettes. Upstairs must be the break room with a few spare uniforms, maybe merch if this is the type of cafe to make self-promoting t-shirts. Either way, it’s better than wearing a soaked elf dress for the rest of the night.

“I’d rather not catch a cold,” Goro says, acting aloof. Kurusu just shoots him a smirk as he throws a green apron over his soaked Santa suit. Goro doesn’t see the point. Spilling something on that horrible costume would just be another stain of many.

“Knock yourself out.”

Goro’s heels clack on the stairs as he slowly ascends into the break room. He hears Kurusu firing up a bean grinder downstairs and rolls his eyes. No wonder Kurusu is so pretentious about coffee.

When he reaches the top of the stairs, Goro’s heart drops to his stomach. It’s not a break room like he expected—unless the employees of this cafe are expected to have their lunches on a bed made out of milk crates. There’s a shelf full of knick knacks—obviously personal. A couch that looks less comfortable than cardboard. A furnace in the corner, and an ancient TV so large it could have its own gravitational pull. Goro quickly finds the closet Kurusu was talking about, but it’s surrounded by so much dust he nearly refrains from getting close. Alas, curiosity gets the best of him as to what’s inside.

…It’s not cafe merch.

It’s Kurusu’s clothes—all things Goro has seen him wear and then some. Flannels and jeans and graphic t-shirts. This is Kurusu’s closet. This is Kurusu’s room.

You’re more than a customer; you’re my guest.

Goro never should’ve gotten on that motorcycle.

It all makes sense to him now. The bed, the offer of coffee, the clothes. Kurusu is trying to sleep with him. He’s going to make his move tonight, once Goro has gotten comfortable in his little cafe and his clothes he likely sprayed with aphrodisiacs. Oh, look at the time, the man will say, blinking his stupidly long eyelashes innocently. It’s too late to drive you home. Even an expert motorcycle driver like me would struggle at this time of night. Luckily there’s a bed upstairs…

Goro can’t believe him! Obviously Kurusu wants to sleep with him—he wouldn’t stare at Goro’s ass all day if he didn’t. Goro just didn’t expect him to actually make a move, especially while they’re still coworkers. Especially while Goro has a boyfriend.

Goro will turn him down. He’ll let Kurusu go through all this effort just to laugh in his face and tell him to fuck off. He’ll get a free coffee out of it and maybe even get to keep Kurusu’s t-shirt. How would Goro’s boyfriend react to seeing it in Goro’s closet? Would he rampage and demand a list of all the men Goro has ever met? Would he march into the mall one day and finally give Kurusu that punch he deserves?

Fine, Goro will wear Kurusu’s clothes. It’s all part of his plan. He’ll finally have the upperhand at work, dangling himself in front of Kurusu and torturing him knowing he can’t have Goro. Step one: to get out of this drenched dress.

He picks flannel pajamas (which he has to tie really tight to keep on, lest he wants them to fall down and show his ass to the man he’s trying to torment) and a grey shirt that says cat dad on it. Perfect. Goro looks like an irresistible fucking sex demon.

“Had to guess what your brew of choice would be, so I recreated that abominable peppermint mocha I saw you drinking the other day.” Kurusu has his back turned to Goro as he works behind the counter, noticing Goro’s presence only by the sound of his footsteps on the stairs. There’s a steaming hot mug sitting on the bar, but Goro coughs loudly before he sits down.

Kurusu spins in response, his face lighting up once he sees Goro’s outfit of choice.

“That’s one of my favorites,” he says about the shirt. “Did you meet Mona up there?”

“Is Mona your sex doll or something?”

Kurusu barks a laugh. “He’s my cat. He must be out and about running errands.”

Goro takes a seat at the bar, wrapping his hands around the warm mug. “I take it you live up there. How did that happen?”

“Well, I own the place. I figured I should make the commute as easy as possible. I’m not much of a morning person.”

“You own this place? As in, the cafe?”

“Sure do. You still haven’t told me what you think of my work yet.”

He gestures to the coffee on the counter. Right. Goro should give it a fair review.

…

…

…

It’s fucking incredible.

“Decent,” Goro brushes him off. 

“Decent?”

“Adequate, even.”

It suddenly all makes sense: Kurusu’s tattoos, his motorcycle, his cigarettes, his non-malnourished body… He’s making more than enough money here.

That only raises one question. “Why the hell are you working as a mall Santa?”

Is it community service? Did Kurusu commit a crime and he was faced with the choice of mall Santa or jail time?

Kurusu’s shoulders slump. “My friend Ryuji was supposed to do it until he had something come up. AKA his wife got them plane tickets to Italy for the holiday. He begged me to fill in for him and I couldn’t refuse.”

“Seriously? You’d willingly put on that musty suit and disgusting beard as a favor?”

“I owed him one, okay? And…now I owe Futaba one for watching the cafe while I’m out. Speaking of the musty Santa suit, I’m gonna change into something dry.”

This is it. Goro instinctively sits up taller in his seat. Kurusu is going to ask him to join him upstairs. He’s going to coax him into his bed so they can get dry and warm together, all to end up soaked in other ways. Goro might even go along with the cuddling just to make his rejection sting more in the end.

Kurusu tosses his apron to the side before making his way around the counter.

“I’ll just be a second. If you’re not done with that by the time I’m back, I’m going to be seriously offended.”

He disappears up the stairs then, leaving Goro alone with his coffee.

Goro angrily takes a sip. Dammit. Why is it so good?

Still, he forces himself not to finish it. He wants Kurusu to be offended. That’s the point of this operation.

And yet Kurusu forgets all about being offended when he comes trotting down the stairs in a black sweater and sweats (sweats! At a time when he’s trying to roll around in bed with his 18 year old coworker!). Instead all he does is sheepishly rub the back of his neck and get to work preparing more coffee.

“Sorry for the mess up there. I’ve been meaning to remodel the whole thing for a while, but it’s a hassle getting around to.”

“Oh, I barely noticed the dust I choked on.”

“It’s a problem, I know.” Kurusu finishes preparing a cup, one he intends to claim for himself, as he leans his elbows on the counter and takes a sip. “You can leave your dress here overnight. I’ll wash it for you.”

‘I’ll jerk off to your dirty clothes,’ is what Goro suspects he really means.

“I trust you’ll have it back to me tomorrow?”

“Of course. Where would I be without my trusty elf?”

Goro snorts. “I’m sure the children would be awfully confused with no demonstration to go off of.”

“Completely lost.”

Goro tilts his mug back to finish his latte, and Kurusu grabs the dish as soon as he sets it down.

“Second cup?”

“At least finish your own first.”

Kurusu sets down the empty mug, and Goro’s eyes drift to the watch around his wrist. It’s interesting that he can afford such luxuries yet still have the spare time to get an entire second job. Goro has enough trouble balancing school, work, his internship, and his relationship.

Speaking of his relationship, why has Kurusu not invited him to bed yet? He doesn’t even make a move when he downs the rest of his coffee. No brushing a strand of Goro’s hair behind his ear, no accidental brush of the fingers. What gives?

“The rain doesn’t show any sign of stopping soon,” Goro hints ever-so-casually. “How late are you planning to keep me here, Kurusu? My boyfriend has a car with a roof if I need to give him a call.”

“A call for what? Brief hellos before he tells you he’s busy and hangs up on you?”

Goro takes offense to this. “To give me a ride home.”

“Oh, like he’d actually waste his precious office time on you. Remember what happened last time you asked for a ride?”

“He had a project coming up, which I’m certain he should be done with by now. He likes to get things completed early. As do I. We have that in common.”

“And that project was more important than his boyfriend?”

“That project is paying for my Christmas gift.”

“Your Christmas gift? You mean giving you a wad of cash and letting you shop for yourself instead of taking the time to figure out what you want?”

“What are you trying to say here?”

Kurusu sighs, running a hand through his damp hair. “I don’t think you should waste your money on that watch.”

“I get it. You think it’s ugly—”

“Not just because it’s ugly. Because it’s your money. Your time and your hard work, and you shouldn’t waste it on someone who doesn’t care about you.”

“He does care about me! What the fuck do you know about my relationship?”

“Be serious, Akechi. When was the last time you slept together?”

“That— Sex isn’t all that matters! Clearly you’re some kind of horndog with your head in the gutter. Explains why you’re staring at my ass all the time.”

“Yeah, I want to fuck you,” Kurusu blurts, and what? He’s just going to admit it? “But it’s not like I’m not going to do anything about it. You’re clearly not interested.”

I am, some tiny, microscopic voice in the back of Goro’s head screams.

Goro pretends he doesn’t hear that tiny, microscopic, delusional voice. Kurusu is the pathetic one here. He’d dare to confess his feelings to someone who has a boyfriend? Goro didn’t think someone who lives in a dusty attic and works as a mall Santa could get any lower.

“I’m not,” Goro growls. “I’m only interested in one person, and it sure as hell isn’t you.”

“Considering the amount of times that one person has stood you up, I’m starting to think he doesn’t really exist.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you really have a boyfriend, Akechi? Or are you in a committed relationship with a voicemail box?”

“You have no goddamn clue what you’re talking about. You really think I’d go through all this effort if he didn’t treat me well?”

“Oh, excuse me for insulting your saint of a boyfriend.”

Goro clenches his fists at his sides. “You can apologize to him in person. Tomorrow. He’ll be visiting me at work to see his favorite elf in action.”

Kurusu lifts a brow. “He is?”

“He is, yes. And it’s not even on his day off. He just wanted to see me that badly.”

Kurusu’s second brow joins the other. “Really?”

“Yes, really. What’s not getting through to you?”

Finally Kurusu’s eyebrows relax, and he wears a smirk that is nothing short of belittling. “I look forward to meeting him.”

“Good. Make sure you return my dress in one piece. He’s very excited to see me in it.”

“I’m sure he’s ecstatic.”

Goro brushes himself off as he stands. He highly doubts Kurusu will be inviting him to bed after that, so there’s no reason to stick around.

“I’ve decided to take the train home. I don’t particularly mind if your clothes end up soaked.”

“There’s some spare umbrellas by the door. Take one with you, okay?”

Goro begrudgingly grabs an umbrella. Kurusu’s not even offering to walk him to the station? What an asshole.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Kurusu.”

“Uh huh. See ya, Akechi.”

Goro can’t contain his smirk as he walks out of the cafe. It quickly dawns on him, however, that he has no idea where the station is in this neighborhood. It also dawns on him that his boyfriend has not agreed to visit Goro at work tomorrow, will likely not agree to visit Goro at work tomorrow, and has no idea Goro has this job in the first place.

While the first dilemma can be solved by following street signs, the second will require a long phone call and a copious amount of begging.

❅❅❅

Against all odds, Goro manages to pull it off. Because he’s a master negotiator, and his boyfriend simply loves him too much to tell him no for the fifth time. Goro ultimately had to tell him to take a few thousand yen off his Christmas gift to make up for it, but after all his bargaining and haggling, Goro was promised a fifteen minute visit.

He tries not to let his satisfaction be too obvious. Kurusu thinks Goro’s boyfriend will be a no show, but what the fuck does he know? Goro can already imagine his face when his boyfriend shows up, lifts Goro into the air and spins him around. Goro initially planned to keep this job a secret from him, and he’s still yet to know why Goro invited him to the mall for fifteen minutes, but it’ll be worth it to prove Kurusu wrong. To bruise his ego. To watch his heart shatter in a million pieces once he realizes his feelings aren’t reciprocated.

‘I want to fuck you.’ He really had the guts to admit something like that? He’s as much of a pervert as Goro expected, with his leering eyes and his motorcycle rides and his stupid coffee. How many times has he jerked off to Goro in that shitty attic? How many times has he imagined bending Goro over in the cardboard sleigh? Fucking him backstage while a long line waits to take their picture? Sitting Goro in his lap and making him ride Santa’s cock? 

Kurusu, truly, is a degenerate beyond repair.

Goro is antsy by the time noon rolls around. It’s his boyfriend’s scheduled lunchtime, not that he usually takes his break right when the clock strikes twelve. It’ll likely be a late lunch, as usual, and Goro has no way of knowing if he’ll come straight to the mall. Will he pick up a meal along the way? Something for the two of them to share? Flowers?

He keeps an eye out with every new customer who steps in line, but as Kurusu takes photo after photo and Goro hands out present after present, they soon reach a lull in business, leaving just the two of them and Kurusu’s smug, knowing expression.

“Your boyfriend must be shy,” he says. Goro ignores him, marching backstage and grabbing his phone to sweetly text his boyfriend that he just so happened to notice a Santa display in the mall and they should meet there. He receives no answer before he goes back out, nor are there any prior texts about an ETA.

“He’s still not on his lunch break,” he tells Kurusu without looking at him. He keeps his gaze trained forward in wait for his knight in shining armor.

“Lunch break? I’m surprised he doesn’t consider that beneath him.”

“Doesn’t that make it all the more romantic that he’d use his to come visit me?”

“Damn, the bar is low.”

Goro ignores him. The bar is very high, in fact. He’s asking a lot of his boyfriend to take time out of his day to visit a measly mall.

Of course, as time ticks on and they work their way through another rush, Goro’s lingering hope starts to morph into anger. There’s no sign of his boyfriend, no texts from his boyfriend, and worst of all, Kurusu keeps looking at him with these sympathetic fucking eyes. Like Goro is an abandoned puppy he’s supposed to feel bad for. Fuck that. Fuck him. Fuck them both. That fucking asshole couldn’t spare fifteen fucking minutes? He couldn’t spare a single minute to send a text? There better be a good fucking excuse. It better be the fucking building burning down and not another project.

Goro’s mad. He’s embarrassed, because now Kurusu was right and Goro looks like a stupid teenager who pretended to have an older boyfriend to seem mature. At this point, with how little he’s seen him lately, even Goro is convinced he might be pretending.

The day ends the same as it always does: with Goro and Kurusu alone. There’s no surprise last minute visit from his boyfriend. The mall is entirely empty as it comes to a close.

Alas, Goro’s rage has not dwindled into acceptance. He’s not deluding himself into thinking his boyfriend went to the wrong mall or even forgot. He simply didn’t care enough to make an effort.

He fucking hates when Kurusu is right.

“Hey.”

“Leave me alone.”

Just like yesterday, the night ends with Goro attempting to leave as quickly as possible, dress, stockings, and elf ears still intact. Just like yesterday, Kurusu isn’t making it easy for him.

“Akechi, I’m not going to make fun of you—”

“I frankly don’t care what your intentions are. You’re not going to be my rebound so I’d appreciate it if you stopped trying so goddamn hard.”

“I’m not trying to be your rebound. Have you ever had someone be nice to you just for the hell of it?”

“You? Nice?!”

“Look, I’m sorry for the shit I said about your boyfriend. He’s obviously real, he just sucks.”

Goro continues his march toward the exit. He does fucking suck. They both fucking suck.

“Hey, can you slow down for a minute?”

Goro spins around with murder in his eyes. “What? What do you possibly have to preach about now?!”

Kurusu just smiles in the face of fury. He’s still wearing the stupid hat and beard, so hellbent on chasing after Goro that he didn’t bother to take it off.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get you a bullet in my brain for Christmas, but I got you the next best thing.”

He fishes something out of the Santa suit pocket. An envelope.

“A Christmas card?”

“Open it.”

Goro pulls the card out of the envelope, met with a picture of a cat wearing a Santa hat. Merry Hissmas, it says.

Goro opens the card, and his jaw drops at the sheer amount of money inside. It’s more than enough yen to pay for the watch with a decent amount leftover. It’s more than Goro has made working this stupid job.

“What the hell?”

“Merry Christmas, Akechi.”

Kurusu looks at him with such fondness that Goro has to resist the urge to slap him.

“So it’s a problem when my boyfriend gives me money, but it’s perfectly fine when you do it?”

“I’m not giving you money, I’m giving you a choice. You can either spend it on that ugly watch, or you can buy the necklace and bracelet you really want.”

Goro’s at a loss for words, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. “I don’t want your money.”

“Seems like someone forgot to read the fine print.” Kurusu points at the card, and Goro lifts the stack of bills to reveal a scribbled message beneath it.

No takesies backsies.

“What?”

“It’s your money now, Akechi. This is legally binding.”

“I… The mall is closed anyway. I won’t be able to buy anything until tomorrow.”

“Then you have all night to think it over. And you don’t have to buy yourself that jewelry set. As long as it’s something you want. There’s some fun shops in the red light district—”

“Enough,” Goro grumbles. “You’ll be lucky if I don’t use it to buy a hitman.”

“I love it when you keep me on my toes.”

Goro rolls his eyes. “I’m taking the train home. Goodnight, Kurusu.”

For once Kurusu doesn’t insist on giving him a ride home. He’s been enough of a nuisance already. “Goodnight, Akechi.”

❅❅❅

After getting home and de-elfing himself, Goro calls his boyfriend. He’s ready to put his foot down. Enough is enough. Leaving Goro abandoned in the snow is one thing, but letting Goro embarrass himself in front of Kurusu is a step too far.

“Babe, Christmas is right around the corner. We’re on a time crunch here.”

“You couldn’t fucking text me that?”

“All this extra work is going into your Christmas gift. You deserve it, Goro.”

“What if I want more than money for Christmas? What if I want to feel like I actually have a boyfriend?!”

“I told you I’ll be free on Sunday. We can do anything you want. Restaurant, shopping, you name it.”

“You said that last week.”

“I mean it this time. I promise.”

Goro sighs. Sunday is two days away. It would be nice to spend the day with his boyfriend and remind himself of the good times. All of which they’ll have more of once Goro presents him with a nice watch he bought all by himself. 

“Fine,” he decides. “You can take me out to dinner.”

Two days away. Goro could, theoretically, buy the watch now and give it to his boyfriend at dinner. He has the money thanks to Kurusu’s generosity. It’s not like he’ll demand Goro pay him back for spending it on his boyfriend. No takesies backsies.

Yes, Goro will do just that. You don’t have to work so hard, he’ll say. I can make money for us too. Then they’ll be able to spend more time together. Goro can quit this stupid job and never have to see Kurusu again.

He shows up early for work the next day—presumably his last day—so he can swing by the jewelry store. He knows exactly what he wants, so there’s no use in lollygagging. Right?

As he steps inside, his attention is caught by the necklace and bracelet set. A crow charm and a birdcage pendant. It’s even more stunning up close. And Goro could buy both if he wanted. Hell, with the amount Kurusu gave him, he’d even have some money left over. 

In a completely hypothetical situation in which he bought himself the set, Goro would still be able to afford the watch by Christmas. He’d have to sacrifice some of his boyfriend time by continuing to work as a mall elf, but it would be no different than how he’s living now.

…Oh, but he could also buy the watch, and Kurusu would be devastated that his money went to something so hideous. For Goro’s boyfriend, no less.

“Would you like to try it on?”

An attendant startles Goro when she appears behind him, clearly having noticed Goro staring at the set. 

“I shouldn’t.”

“But you can. If you want to, that is.”

Goro squints. Is this one of Kurusu’s agents? “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to know.”

Goro regrets knowing. As soon as he sees the necklace around his neck he knows he has to have it.

It’s beautiful.

He doesn’t even need to try on the bracelet to know how well it’ll suit him. Maybe his boyfriend will like it. It can be a gift for both of them, and Kurusu will be heartbroken knowing Goro is getting fucked in the jewelry he paid for.

“I’ll take it.”

❅❅❅

Goro wears the jewelry set to work on Sunday, as well as an extra something he bought with Kurusu’s money.

Two extra somethings, to be exact. A Christmas lingerie set—a red-plaid number with fluffy white trim, fit with a garter belt connected to his work stockings. The second little something is visible through his panties, but only if one were to look very closely. A white plug with a little jingle bell and green bow peeking out of his hole. He wants to be ready after dinner tonight. It’s been far, far too long since Goro’s gotten any action, and a night of fucking will make him forget all about Kurusu.

This dilemma popped up again when Goro was prepping himself this morning. Kurusu’s broad shoulders and deep voice and stupid abs were swimming through his mind. Goro had to force himself to stop fucking himself with the plug so he wouldn’t come to thoughts of him.

Goro will take the train to his favorite sushi restaurant right after work, as it’s faster to meet there than have his boyfriend pick him up. He brought a sleek sweater vest and blazer combo to change into, as well as a pair of slacks that hugs his ass just right. He’s determined to end the night happy and filled. If he doesn’t get thoughts of Kurusu fucked out of his mind soon, it might be too late.

What is wrong with you? Goro asks himself, watching from behind the camera as Santa-Kurusu grins at a pair of kids. Him, really? What is the appeal to Goro’s defective subconscious? This is a man who willingly puts on a filthy Santa costume as a favor to a friend. What a pushover. A man who sleeps in a dusty attic and drives a loud roof-less death trap and smokes cigarettes all day. There is no appeal. Goro’s just…horny.

It wouldn’t even be pleasurable to get fucked by him. The concern for germs would outweigh any satisfaction. A shower before and after would be required. Would Kurusu even wear a condom? Would he have the decency to pull out?

Probably not. And the churn in Goro’s gut absolutely stems from disgust.

“—My little elf has a gift for the two of you.”

Goro snaps out of it when a pair of children start walking his way. Oh, right. He was so busy being repulsed at the thought of sex with Kurusu, he forgot he has a job to do.

“Ah, I’ll grab something special from Santa’s sack for you.~”

Goro hurriedly bends down to reach into the velvet bag, grabbing the first two presents he can get his hands on.

“Special occasion?”

Goro stiffens. Shit. The bag of presents is right in Kurusu’s line of sight. Usually Goro bends down angled away from him, but he was in such a rush that he completely forgot.

“Yes. With my boyfriend.”

“How romantic. I hope he likes the jewelry I bought you.”

“You had nothing to do with this.”

“Is that new too?” Kurusu points in the general direction of Goro’s ass. “I thought I heard a jingle bell on you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You know, if you end up on the naughty list, I’ll have to take your gifts away.”

“What happened to no takesies backsies?”

Kurusu grins. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Goro scowls. He’d love to smack that fake beard off Kurusu’s face, but he has clients waiting for him. Those clients being two children with shorter attention spans than goldfish.

“Here’s those gifts from Santa~! Remember, if you don’t like it, your parents should absolutely give Santa a call to complain~”

Goro glares at Kurusu once the kids continue on their way, but Kurusu has already moved on, talking to the next child in line and instantly putting a smile on his face. How is Kurusu so good with kids? Sleazy, annoying, attic trash Kurusu? Despite his thick glasses, lack of a wig, and musty, cigarette-scented suit that was definitely fished out of a gutter at some point, he actually makes a decent Santa.

It doesn’t make any sense. There’s so much mystery surrounding him, and Goro—the future detective he is—yearns to piece it together. He’s attracted to Kurusu the same way he’s attracted to an unsolved murder.

Then again, Christmas is creeping up on them, and Goro will never see his infuriating face again once their jobs are terminated. Maybe he’ll stumble into the cafe Kurusu owns one day, because the coffee was admittedly good—far better than the Frostbucks crap Goro is used to drinking. But with his date tonight, Goro’s sure he’ll forget all about Kurusu soon enough.

He squeezes around the plug in excitement. He doesn’t even care that Kurusu happened to see him plugged up and dressed in Christmas lingerie. He may think he has the upper hand, but he’s the one who’ll be jerking off in an attic tonight.

Goro hopes he chokes on the dust one day.

❅❅❅

“Akechi.”

Goro is about to head backstage to change into his sweater vest and slacks when he’s stopped by Kurusu’s voice. He’s since set up a curtain back there to grant himself a bit of privacy (because the pervert he works with somehow always manages to barge in on Goro changing), the mall and their Santa display now closed for the night. Goro’s date officially starts in thirty minutes, so he can spare Kurusu a few moments and still manage to be punctual.

“What?”

He turns and finds Kurusu leaning back in Santa’s chair, legs spread and beard discarded on the floor. It’s not like it can get any grosser than it already is.

“I had no idea your uniform came with such a cute accessory. Have you always worn that to work, or were you feeling extra festive today?”

Goro folds his arms over his chest, popping his hip to one side. “Don’t be coy, Kurusu. I have a date tonight.”

“How cute.” Kurusu’s eyes float down to the garters on Goro’s thighs. “It really has been a while, huh? You’re clearly dying for some action.”

“We have sex all the time. Would a touch-starved prude wear a plug to work?”

“No, but a desperate slut would.”

Kurusu’s eyes gleam beneath the mall lights, half dimmed to signify its closure. Goro hopes the low lighting conceals the heat rising to his face.

“Reduced to insults now?”

“Only the truth. Wearing that to work, Akechi? It’s bold. If I was able to see it, anyone else could’ve noticed just as easily.”

“Except they didn’t.”

“No, only I did.” Kurusu’s gaze drops back down to Goro’s thighs, licking his lips. “How exactly would your boyfriend feel about another man seeing you plugged up like that? While you’re wearing the jewelry he bought you. After you took his clothes home and conveniently forgot to return them.”

Oh right. Goro still needs to return Kurusu’s clothes.

“You’re overestimating how much you mean to me.”

“I’m just trying to protect your boyfriend from getting hurt, considering how much he clearly cares about you.”

“Protect him from what?”

“Oh, sweet elf. I know you’re trying to tempt me. You could’ve put the plug in after work. You could’ve let your boyfriend have the honor of opening you up after your date. But instead you decided to rub it in my face.”

“Get over yourself, Kurusu. This isn’t for you.”

“It’s slutty, Akechi. It’s naughty.”

“I’m not fucking doing this with you.”

“Can you imagine if I was jerking off at work all day? And I got right in front of your face to make sure you saw every detail?”

“This isn’t the same at all.”

“It’s not? I’m sure you were thinking about me while you put it in. How hard it would make me. How I’d jerk off to you after the mall closes.”

Goro clenches his jaw. Yes, those visuals did cross his mind. “So fucking what? You want to fuck me. Your words, not mine. It’s not my fault you want what you can’t have.”

“You should know better, sweetheart. I’m very serious about disciplining my elves.”

“Disciplining me for what?”

“You know what you did. But I can enlighten you if you want to act like a stupid slut.” Despite the cruel words, Kurusu’s smile is nothing but fond. “Come here.”

“I don’t have time for this.” Nevertheless, Goro approaches Santa’s throne. “Spit it out, Kurusu.”

“Sit on my lap.”

“Why? You want me to tell you what I want for Christmas? I told you—”

“Sit.”

Kurusu’s tone brooks no argument. Goro is quick to sit on his lap like an obedient puppy.

Kurusu’s white gloves brush gently through his hair. “I know you’re young, and it’s a lot of pressure to date an older guy. Someone needs to give you a little guidance.”

“And you’re going to be the one to do it?”

Kurusu must find Goro’s pout to be just adorable, because he tightens his grip in his hair like he’s a doll to be played with.

“Bend over, Akechi.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Over Santa’s knee. I want to see the toy you brought to work today.”

Goro’s face burns. “I– I told you it’s not for you.”

His protest is half-assed. He’s already resigned himself to whatever Kurusu wants him to do. The man is too damn hard to argue with.

It falls on deaf ears anyway. 

“You’re one of Santa’s elves. I’m responsible for fixing your behavior.”

Goro bites his lip. Something about Kurusu’s steeled eyes makes him want to obey everything he says.

He hears the bell on his plug jingling as he bends over Santa’s knee.

“That’s a good elf. Let’s see what we’re working with here.”

Kurusu pushes up Goro’s dress and pulls his panties down, leaving his plugged ass and uselessly leaking cock exposed. Goro attempts to hide his face behind his hair and elf hat.

“How festive. Did you pick this out?”

Goro hesitates for a beat before nodding.

“Did your boyfriend pay for it?”

Goro shuts his eyes. He can’t believe he’s about to admit this. “You did.”

“I did? It must be new then.” Kurusu flicks his finger against the jingle bell to make it ring. “Is that why you wanted me to see it?”

“I didn’t—”

“Bullshit.” Kurusu shuts Goro up with a hard smack to his ass, his words reduced to a helpless yelp. “You have a boyfriend, Akechi.” He follows up with another smack in the same spot. “Have you even stopped to consider his feelings?” Smack. “Or are you too desperate for cock to use your brain at all?”

Kurusu punctuates every sentence with a loud clap to Goro’s ass. His cheeks are already a tender red, and his throat is already sore from shrieking.

Smack. “Answer me.”

Goro can barely think right now, let alone speak. “I– Only for him!”

“Don’t— fucking— lie to me—” Every word ends with Kurusu’s palm reining down on him, tears welling in Goro’s eyes. “You think it’s okay to bend over in front of another man? To sit your fat ass on his lap every day in your slutty little dress?”

“It’s part of the job—!”

“You really think he would believe that?” Smack. “There’s a reason you haven’t told him.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise!”

Kurusu serves him a series of strikes, right in a row. “Don’t be stupid. You know how he would feel—” Kurusu hits one cheek, then the next, assuring the entirety of Goro’s ass is a bright rosy red. “Letting another man give you rides home—” Smack. “Letting him take you back to his place—” Smack. “Wearing his clothes— Keeping his clothes—” Smack smack smack. “How many times have you slept in them, Akechi?”

“I… just f-forgot to wash them!”

Because he’s been sleeping in them, but that’s neither here nor there.

Kurusu’s hand is relentless. “And here you are, wearing jewelry I bought you—” Smack. “A plug I bought you—” Smack. “For a date with him. What would you say if he asked how you got it?”

“I– I–” Goro doesn’t know what he would say. Truthfully he didn’t think his boyfriend would pay close enough attention to notice the jewelry was new.

“Let me guess, I paid for the lingerie too?”

Goro’s brain is a fucking puddle being spanked in the middle of a mall. He can’t get his mouth to work until Kurusu’s free hand gives a harsh yank to his hair. 

“Yes.”

“That’s what I thought.” Smack. “Slut.” Smack. “You don’t do that shit with another man when you have a boyfriend. Did you even realize what you were doing was wrong?”

“N-no! I’m doing this for him!”

“Oh, you’re shaking your ass and showing another man your cute Christmas panties every day for him?”

“I’m… I’m not…”

“You’re not doing it on purpose?” Smack.

Goro nods like the stupid slut he is.

“Could’ve fucking fooled me.” A rough smack right against Goro’s plug. “You really think your boyfriend would buy that?”

“He won’t find out..!”

Goro didn’t realize it until he had some sense spanked into him, but the way he’s been behaving with Kurusu has been…questionable. Certainly difficult to explain away as a misunderstanding to his boyfriend. 

God, what has Goro been doing? Kurusu is right—Goro hasn’t considered his boyfriend’s feelings at all! He deserves this punishment. Every slap and squeeze to his ass; he deserves it. Kurusu is a good man for doing what’s right.

“I’m sorry!” he cries, but it doesn’t stop the incessant assault on his ass. “I– I’m sorry…”

“For?”

Kurusu pauses to rub a soothing circle on Goro’s cheek, encouraging him.

“For… for being naughty.”

Smack.

“And?”

“And leading you on!”

Smack.

“And?”

And? And what else is there?

“And… And for being a stupid slut!”

The spanking stops, Goro’s ass left a holly jolly red.

“That’s a good elf.”

And Kurusu’s fingers brush across Goro’s skin until they’re pressed against the plug, pushing it deeper to elicit a different sound from Goro, a needy whimper.

“But that doesn’t mean I can put you on the nice list just yet.”

“Mmm, what do you want me to do, Santa?”

“Well, I might be able to erase one of your crimes.”

“Hm? How so?”

“Every time you bent over in front of me, showed me your panties, sat on my lap, you were tempting me, Akechi. I only didn’t act on it because I’m a good man.”

“Mm, sorry, Santa.”

“You’ll have to prove how sorry you are, Akechi. I’ll cross temptation off the list if you actually follow through with it.”

“And then you’ll put me on the nice list?”

“Oh, you’ll be put in the number one spot.”

The tip of Goro’s elf hat bounces as he nods. “Whatever it takes.”

Kurusu squeezes his ass one last time, the white of his glove like a snowflake against Goro’s red flesh. His fingers find the blunt end of the plug, and the bell jingles as he fucks it in and out of Goro’s hole.

“What were you thinking about when you put this in?” Kurusu purrs. His free hand is toying with the ends of Goro’s hair, so sweet and gentle compared to the prior treatment. 

“You, Santa.”

“Yeah? Any details you want to share?”

Goro screws his eyes shut as Kurusu plays with the toy. It’s just enough stimulation to make him want more. Not big enough, not thick enough, not deep enough. 

“I wanted it to be your cock, Santa.” Goro must sound like a needy crybaby, but he’s too damn empty to care. “I’ve been ready for it all day.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Kurusu drills the toy into Goro one last time before pulling it out. “What kind of Santa would I be if I didn’t get you what you want for Christmas?”

The toy is set to the side with one final jingle, and Kurusu is quick to thumb Goro’s hole apart. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. You should know better than to flaunt yourself in front of other men.”

Goro pouts. He can’t help that he’s desperate for dick. 

“Sit up,” Kurusu instructs as he guides Goro’s hips into a seated position. “We have to make sure this lesson sticks.”

Goro shivers, his back pressed against Kurusu’s chest as he’s held above his cock. How Goro didn’t notice the heavy thing looming over him is beyond him. It’s so much bigger than anything he’s ever seen. It makes his boyfriend’s size look laughable in comparison. A cock like this won’t just satisfy the craving, it’ll leave him with a new addiction.

“Sit on Santa’s cock, sweetheart.”

He lowers Goro’s hips down, not incredibly fast but certainly not slow enough for him to adjust to such a big cock. Every inch burns more than the last, even after a full day of being plugged, and Goro fucking loves it. He feels it in every corner of his body once Kurusu bottoms out, impossibly full and spilling with happy purrs. Goro’s hard cock holds up the skirt of his dress, and he can’t even be disgusted by the musty Santa suit touching his bare thighs. He’s too excited to care, filled to the brim with Christmas joy.

“Santa’s elves don’t misbehave.” Kurusu’s first thrust is harsh and pointed, aiming straight for Goro’s deepest, pinkest parts. “They don’t talk back.”

“Ah— ah—! Sorry, Santa…”

“They don’t tease. And they sure as hell don’t act like sluts.”

“I– I won’t tease you, Santa… You can take what you want..!”

Each thrust is more forceful than the last, punching loud, broken sobs out of Goro’s chest.

“You brought this on yourself, Akechi.” Kurusu is full on fucking him now, his gloves curled against Goro’s thighs to hold him up. “How would your boyfriend feel about your behavior?”

“Mnnh..! I’m— Sorry—”

“You could’ve been on that little date right now—” Goro’s body is pliant and helpless, completely split open on thick cock. “—But you chose to bend over for another man instead.”

Ah… Goro forgot all about his date tonight.

“You deserve this.” Kurusu’s voice is right in his ear, hot and cruel and perfectly raspy with his brutal pace. “He should be thanking me for punishing you.”

Kurusu’s right. Goro never would’ve realized what he was doing to his boyfriend if he never pointed it out. Goro’s been such a slut, wearing cute Christmas panties knowing Kurusu will be the only one to see them, cuddling up to him on their rides home, wiggling his ass on his lap every day. Kurusu is a good man for not taking advantage of him sooner. The perfect Santa.

“T-thank you, Santa.”

“That’s a good elf.” 

He hits a spot inside that has stars and sugar plums dancing through Goro’s head, and Goro tightens up around him, silently begging Santa for more. He hits so much deeper than his boyfriend ever has. He’s so much bigger than his boyfriend, and Goro has never felt so fucking good in his life.

“You want to be put on my nice list, sweetheart?”

“I want it, Santa.” Goro has his head tilted back on Kurusu’s shoulder, his mouth hanging open stupidly. “Give it to me.”

Kurusu pistons his cock inside him, an endless rhythm hitting so deep Goro feels like he’s choking on it. He’s so fucking close to tipping over the edge, so close to coming harder than he ever has in his life.

Kurusu releases Goro’s thighs, letting Goro sink down helplessly on his cock. The fucking stops, and before Goro can ask what the fuck is going on, Kurusu’s palm lands on his ass with a loud smack.

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson, Akechi.” Kurusu’s gloves dig into Goro’s hips, but his cock doesn’t move beyond the occasional throb. “Prove it.”

“Prove it..?”

“Ride my cock. Show me just how badly you want to be on the nice list.”

Goro takes a deep breath, sitting up straight and squeezing around Kurusu’s cock. He’s a good elf. The best elf. How could he ever consider himself worthy if he can’t even make it onto the nice list? Good elves respect their Santas and do what they’re told. Goro will impress his Santa, enough to make Kurusu never doubt his elf’s loyalty again.

Goro rises onto his knees before testing his first bounce. He’s already been stretched open on Kurusu’s cock—more than he’s ever been stretched before—but riding it is completely different. He’s helpless to gravity as he sinks down, Santa’s big cock piercing so deep he might actually split in half. How the hell does Kurusu not topple over carrying around this tree trunk all day?

“Feel good?” Santa murmurs behind him. His voice is deep and husky, but it’s not broken enough. Goro isn’t doing enough to prove himself.

“Big,” he whines. “So…deep…”

“You’re doing great, sweetheart. Want a little more?” 

He grabs Goro’s hips to help him find a faster pace, and the deep rumble of Kurusu’s groan sends a shiver up Goro’s spine. His dress and hard cock are bouncing helplessly, his hat slipping down to nearly cover his eyes, which Kurusu quickly fixes for him. The mall comes into clear view again: the Christmas decorations overhead, the barricade where they usually have dozens of people staring at them like zoo animals. How will Goro ever sit on Santa’s lap again without remembering what it was like to ride him? How will he ever even look at Santa without feeling the ghost of his big cock inside him?

“There we go. Now you’re getting the hang of it.”

Goro’s head falls forward with a string of whimpers, putting everything he has into each rise and fall. He wants to memorize the feeling of it for his late night fantasies. He wants to be able to remember how good Kurusu felt when he’s with his boyfriend, so he no longer has to fake it—

In the distance, over their blended moans and the wet sounds of Goro bouncing on Santa’s cock, Goro hears the sound of a store being locked up, and his eyes widen. He nearly forgot there’s other people in this mall. They’re not as alone as he may have thought; there’s no bubble keeping him and Kurusu contained from the outside world. Any of the poor minimum wage employees locking up for the night could see them like this. Santa disciplining his elf. They wouldn’t even have to get very close to see exactly what’s going on.

And yet Goro just wants more. He doesn’t care if anyone sees. He doesn’t care if his boyfriend sees.

Maybe that doesn’t make Goro any less naughty, but being nice for Santa is all that matters.

“Admit it, Akechi.” Kurusu’s fingers drift up to Goro’s chest, caressing his tits through the fabric, and Goro is almost pissed he doesn’t tear the dress right off. “You wanted this all along. You tried so hard to ignore it, but your body couldn’t resist what it needed.”

Goro nods. What else can he do but admit the truth? Santa’s cock feels so good, he’d tell him anything he wants to know.

“I wanted it,” he cries. His thighs are shaking as he attempts to maintain his pace, growing sluttier and more erratic as he falls apart. “I wanted it— I want it. Please, Santa, will you give me what I want for Christmas?”

Kurusu’s forearms curl beneath Goro’s thighs, right where his stockings squeeze into his flesh, spreading him wide.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

And with that Goro is lifted like he weighs nothing, his back crushed against Kurusu’s chest, and he’s finally being hammered like he deserves. The perfect present for an elf at the top of the nice list.

“I knew you wanted me,” Kurusu chuckles, almost drowned out by the dull clap of his clothed hips on Goro’s ass. “I was willing to brush it off at first— Just a teenager with a silly crush. But seeing you in that dress everyday… and your damn Christmas panties. How could I resist?”

“S-santa…”

“I had this urge to take care of you.” Kurusu’s teeth scrape Goro’s neck as he zeroes in on that sweet spot, and Goro’s responding moan can absolutely be heard by anyone still lingering in the mall. “But I knew I had to tame you first.”

Goro’s close, and he can tell Kurusu is too, because he lets out this needy whimper that’s completely uncharacteristic for the man. Goro’s immediately addicted to it, tightening his walls just to hear it again.

“You’re my elf,” Kurusu growls. “Mine.”

“I’m yours, Santa.”

Kurusu never stops pounding Goro’s little hole, even after Goro reaches his tipping point and comes all over his dress. And by all over, he means all over. It’s the best orgasm he’s ever had in his life, and Kurusu’s constant thrusts draw it out longer. Goro feels weightless, his muscles completely spent save for the spasms around Santa’s cock. More cum dribbles from Goro’s slit like a dam burst inside him. Like every orgasm before this was just practice. Like his body was purposefully holding back and he needed a fat cock to unleash his full potential.

Only one thing could make this Christmas better.

“Claim me, Santa,” Goro begs. At least he assumes he does. He can’t really hear his own voice over the ringing in his ears and the wet sounds of their fucking. “I’ve been a good elf this year, haven’t I?”

A bit of sweet talk is what does it. Kurusu feeds him a few more slams before his hips stutter, and Goro feels the most delicious warmth flood inside him. He instinctively clutches up to keep it all inside, but with such a big cock inside him, he doubts the extra measures are necessary. Besides, he can use the plug to keep his Christmas creampie intact on his date.

His… date…

Goro groans. He really doesn’t want to get off Kurusu’s cock.

“It’s a good thing I brought a change of clothes,” he grimaces at the ropes of cum on his dress. “My boyfriend would have a few questions about this.”

A pair of arms wraps tightly around his waist, a fluffy head of hair falling on his shoulder. 

“Don’t go.”

“Wha–?”

“Don’t go on your date,” Kurusu pleads. “Stay here with me. I mean– it doesn’t have to be here here. We could go to Leblanc. Or your place.”

“You want me to ditch my boyfriend?”

“Yes. Permanently. What can he offer you that I can’t?”

He thrusts into Goro one final time to prove his point. He’s right. Kurusu can offer him care and compassion, money, a big dick. All things Goro wants in a boyfriend. Here’s Kurusu literally clinging to him and begging him not to leave. With Goro’s boyfriend, usually that’s Goro’s role to play.

“The Triple Seven,” Goro starts, “I live in the apartments above it.”

Kurusu stares at him like he just offered him a pet kitten. “You do?”

“Yes, and we can’t sleep in this damn mall. Let’s get out of here.”

“Roger that.”

Nevertheless, the two of them aren’t in much of a rush to get out of their current position. With his tummy full of love and cock, Goro lets himself be wrapped into a few more rounds of Christmas celebrations with Santa. What can he say? He’s in a festive mood.