Chapter 112: Handcuffed.
In the blink of an eye, Augustine gently pushed Charles down from his body as he rolled out of the bed.
Charles slid off the bed, his gaze locked on Augustine as he took off the shirt and let it fall carelessly to the floor.
Without breaking eye contact, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, slipping them down until he was left in nothing but his boxer briefs.
Then, with a teasing smirk, he climbed back onto the bed, settling exactly as he had minutes before—only now, far less clothed, and far more intentional.
Charles scoffed, his lips curving into a more amusing smile as he watched Augustine in complete amusement.
’Should I tell him to spread his legs or he should keep them together?’ Charles questioned himself.
He had no idea about what to do but still, he felt the urge to take the lead.
"You haven’t tied your hand." Charles boldly stated.
Augustine, realizing he’d forgotten something crucial, slid off the bed in one fluid motion.
His movements were sharp, purposeful.
He strode over to the bedside table, pulling open the bottom drawer with practiced ease.
There, gleaming under the soft light, was the handcuff he’d stashed away.
Grabbing it, Augustine turned back toward Charles.
Without a word, Augustine’s lips curved into a knowing smirk, the metallic sound of the cuff clicking open filling the charged silence between them. "Can you please handcuff me?" He questioned.
Charles swallowed hard. ’Why did he have a handcuff?’ Charles mused an inner question to himself.
He was quite curious as to what Augustine was up to but then again, he knew that the best and only thing to do what to keep his question to himself... well for now.
Charles took in a deep breath as he collected the handcuffs from Augustine’s palm.
As slowly as ever, he handcuffed Augustine but deep down, the heart of Charles was beating extremely fast.
After he was successful enough in handcuffing Augustine, Charles cleared his throat before proceeding to speak out. "You may lay on the bed now." He spat, trying to sound brave which was despite the nervousness that was creeping into his entire body.
Augustine nodded and as he lay on the bed, he stretched his handcuffed hands above his head.
’Inhale!’
Once more, Charles took in a deep breath as he slowly climbed on the bed, walking on fours until he finally got closer to Augustine.
Slowly, Charles caged Augustine’s legs inbetween his knees.
With slow, deliberate movements, Charles’ hands came to rest on Augustine’s waist, his fingers splaying possessively across the fabric of his boxer briefs.
Charles could see the obvious bulge of Augustine’s cock straining against the boxer brief that he wore.
Augustine’s cock was rock-hard, straining against the confines of his boxer briefs, the fabric unable to contain its fullness as it bent against his thigh.
Charles’ throat bobbed as he swallowed, his lips parting slightly as his teeth teased the edge of Augustine’s waistline, tugging at the fabric of f Augustine’s boxer with a slow, deliberate pull.
Augustine shuddered, his hands gripping the bed mattress as he trembled with anticipation, his entire body seeming to throb with a deep, sexual need.
At first, Charles grasped the edge of the boxer brief with his teeth, pulling the fabric as he leaned his head backwards.
And suddenly... he let go of the boxer brief.
With bated breath, Augustine watched, his chest heaving as Charles’ tongue snaked out, wet and slick with saliva, trailing down the length of his boxer briefs.
Charles’ tongue traced the outline of Augustine’s cock, following its rigid contours with a slow, teasing touch that left a glistening trail of saliva in its wake.
"Fuck!" Augustine cursed out loud.
He could feel the saliva from Charles’s tongue wetting his boxer and the more Charles trailed Augustine’s dick, the more his cock grew longer and harder.
Currently, Augustine’s dick was now 7’6 inches long, as they fell onto his thigh, barely about to escape the fabric of his boxer brief.
Charles’ tongue danced tantalizingly close to the tip of Augustine’s cock before abruptly halting, leaving Augustine teetering on the edge of release as Charles pulled his hands away from the waistband.
With a wicked gleam in his eye, Charles placed his hands over Augustine’s throbbing member, his palms pressing firmly against the hard shaft as it strained against the fabric of his boxer briefs.
Charles looked up, meeting Augustine’s gaze with a cocky smirk. "You like that?" he purred, his voice low and husky.
"Ye... yeah," Augustine stammered.
Charles used both hands to grab Augustine’s dick and he could feel the thick veins on Augustine’s dick which was despite the fabric of his boxer brief.
Charles’ grip tightened around the rigid length of Augustine’s cock as he began to stroke, his motions quickening as Augustine bite into his lips, trying to control himself.
With every stroke, Charles’ mouth drew closer to the head of Augustine’s cock, his tongue darting out to tease the tip as it throbbed against the fabric of Augustine’s boxer briefs.
Without warning, Charles pushed Augustine’s cock deep inside his mouth, wetting his white boxer with his saliva.
"Arrgh... fuck!" Augustine moaned, shutting his eyes as he lean his head backwards.
He didn’t expect that Charles would want to give him a blow job despite the fact that he wasn’t fully naked.
Charles tongue roamed around the cap of Augustine’s dick in a teasing manner, while his right hand stretched over to Augustine’s chest.
Charles at first tried grabbing the nipples of Augustine but his current position made him unable to do so... so instead, he pulled his right hand to slide beneath Augustine’s butt.
Augustine slickly arched his back, giving Charles more access to whatever he had in mind.
Their right hand of Charles began to make their wake their way towards Augustine’s butt hole while at the same time, Charles continue to roam his tongue around the cap of Augustine’s dick and his left-hand stroke Augustine’s cock even harder.
In the eyes of Augustine, Charles seemed like an expert.
Before Augustine knew what was happening, the index finger of Charles’s right hand found the butt hole of Augustine.
Without warning, Charles dive his index finger deep inside Augustine’s butt despising the fact that Augustine still has his boxer brief on.
"Arrhh... fuck Charles!" Augustine wince in pleasure.
Note: The next Chapter contains extremely sexual content. R18+