Chapter 106: Will you suck me?
In the blink of an eye, Charles’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he bit down on his lower lip.
"You... you’re impossible," he murmured, rolling his eyes at Augustine, though a shy smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Heat crawled up Charles’s neck, his body growing inexplicably warm.
He couldn’t tell if it was the cool air brushing against his skin—or the effect of Augustine’s bold words lingering in the air.
Trying to regain composure, Charles exhaled sharply, forcing himself to focus. "You’ve been awake all this while?" he asked, his voice barely steady as he tries to change the atmosphere.
Augustine smirked lazily, eyes half-lidded as he nodded. "I have," he purred, his voice low and unapologetically smug.
Slowly, Augustine nestled himself closer, resting his head against Charles’s chest as his right hand slid over Charles’s stomach in a possessive touch.
"I always like it when you’re genuine... when you let yourself be vulnerable," Augustine murmured, his warm breath fanning over Charles’s skin, sending a shiver down his spine.
Sigh!
Charles sighed, feeling the urge to defend his earlier outburst, but the right words seemed to escape him.
Instead, he shifted, glancing down at Augustine’s face.
Augustine’s eyes were struggling to stay open, breaths coming in shallow and heavy.
"I thought you said you were tired," Charles murmured, brushing his fingers lightly through Augustine’s messy hair. "Why don’t you get some proper sleep now?"
Charles voice softened, laced with concern, knowing full well that Augustine’s body was begging for rest even if his stubbornness said otherwise.
"I..."
The words of Augustine trailed off as he took in a deep long breath.
"I just want to wrap myself in your embrace and breathe you in," Augustine mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper, sounding almost boyish in its vulnerability. "Do you mind... running your fingers through my hair until I fall asleep?" he asked softly, eyes fluttering.
Charles swallowed hard, feeling a strange mix of emotions swirl in his chest. "Um... sure," he muttered, clearing his throat as he gently lifted his hand and threaded his fingers through Augustine’s messy hair, stroking slowly, tenderly.
Ever so slowly, Charles let his fingers wander through Augustine’s soft, tousled hair, his touch light and unhurried as he caressed his scalp.
The gentle motion coaxed Augustine’s eyes to flutter shut, his breathing growing steady against Charles’s chest.
Watching him relax, Charles couldn’t help but smile tenderly, feeling a quiet warmth bloom inside him.
He leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice to a soft murmur.
"Sleep now, my hardworking husband," Charles whispered, brushing his thumb gently over Augustine’s temple as if sealing the words.
Charles knew his words would make Augustine’s eyes snap wide open, but still, he craved to see his reaction.
As expected, Augustine’s eyes flew open, his brows arching as he shot Charles a sharp look. "Hus... husband?"
Charles let out a low chuckle. "We’re husbands on paper, aren’t we? So why are you acting like it’s news?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.
He withdrew his hand from Augustine’s hair to his cheek, giving it a soft pinch. "You’ve done well handling all those business meetings, okay? I’m proud of you, truly proud of how hard you’re working," Charles murmured, his voice steady but warm.
Earlier, when Augustine had appeared in the kitchen, Charles immediately sensed something was off—the weariness in Augustine’s face had given it away.
Now, all Charles could focus on was lifting Augustine’s spirits, doing anything to ease the heaviness he seemed to carry and stop him from feeling so low.
’I just hope those business meetings wrapped up well,’ Charles mused quietly.
He withdrew his hand from Augustine’s chin and threaded his fingers deep into Augustine’s hair, gently scratching his scalp.
Instantly, Augustine’s eyes fluttered shut, his breath hitching ever so slightly.
Augustine lips parted before he bit down on the lower one, willing himself to fall asleep—but no matter how hard he tried, the swirl of unspoken thoughts and desires kept tugging at the corners of his mind.
"Hey, why is your heart beating so fast?" Charles all of a sudden question.
Augustine lay sprawled across Charles’s chest, and Charles could feel the rapid thrum of Augustine’s heartbeat... far too fast to be calm.
"Augustine... are you alright?" Charles murmured softly.
Without hesitation, Augustine shook his head against him, his voice coming out in a fragile whisper. "I... I’m not alright."
Charles swiftly placed his right hand on Augustine’s shoulder, his left hand gently cupping Augustine’s cheek.
With a firm yet tender grip, he eased Augustine’s body away from his chest, locking eyes with him, concern etched deeply across his face.
"Did you hurt yourself? Did something happen?" Charles asked, his voice low but urgent.
Inhaled!
Augustine inhaled as he once more shook his head sideways.
"Then talk to me, Augustine," Charles purred, his thumb brushing slowly across Augustine’s bottom lip. "If you don’t tell me what’s going on... how am I supposed to know how to take care of you?"
Augustine let out a heavy sigh, shifting to sit upright on the bed.
He raised a hand to scratch the back of his neck, eyes flickering with something restless.
"When you were running your fingers through my hair, my... my body started reacting in ways I couldn’t control..." he murmured, voice thick with tension as his words trailed off.
Then he averted his gaze towards the middle of his leg.
Charles trailed his gaze downwards, following Augustine’s line of sight—and his breath hitched sharply.
Even beneath the loosely tied bathrobe, it was impossible to miss the unmistakable outline of Augustine’s dick, standing tall, hard, and unyielding.
Augustine was aroused.
Charles swallowed, his cheeks flushing as his eyes flicked back up to meet Augustine’s.
"What the..."
Augustine raised an eyebrow, his smirk suggestive as he met Charles’ gaze, his desire evident in the flush of his cheeks and the quickening of his breath. "I think I need your mouth on me," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper of temptation.
Augustine leaned closer, the tip of his nose grazing Charles’ jaw as he pressed his erection against Charles thigh. "Will you suck me?" he asked, his tone brimming with want.