Chapter 149: Will you be my boyfriend?
"When did you learn to speak so maturely?" Augustine teased, his voice laced with playfulness.
He leaned in closer to Charles, pressing their lips together in a warm kiss.
Augustine’s tongue gently slid into Charles’s mouth, deepening the kiss ever so slightly.
His tongue explored the wetness of Charles’s mouth, a spark of desire igniting between them.
Charles’s hands gently pressed against Augustine’s chest as he leaned back, his heart racing.
With a soft breath, Charles slid his own tongue into Augustine’s mouth, deepening their kiss and matching the intensity of the moment.
They kissed with an intensity that set the air around them ablaze, their lips molding together in a dance of longing.
As their heads tilted to the side, the kiss deepened, each of them eagerly exploring the other’s mouth, their breaths mingling in a sensual rhythm.
Augustine’s hands roamed to Charles’s back, pulling him closer, while Charles responded by drawing him in even tighter, lost in the heat of the moment.
"Arrgh," they both moaned in pleasure.
Their kiss deepened, the heat between them rising with every second.
Charles’s breath quickened, his heart hammering in his chest.
"Ohh, fuck." Augustine moaned inbetween the kiss.
As the kiss slowed, Augustine pulled back just enough to gently bite Charles’s lower lip, tugging it with a teasing smile before opening his eyes, his gaze burning with desire.
"Umm... Mmmm,"
Augustine’s teeth grazed Charles’s lower lip one last time, the gentle bite pulling a soft, delicate moan from Charles’s lips.
As their lips parted, Charles slowly opened his eyes, locking gazes with Augustine, his breath shallow, a mix of surprise and desire flickering in his expression.
Charles’s cheeks were already a crimson shed of red and for a split second, his entire gaze was just fixed on Augustine’s lips.
"Do you want me to kiss you again?" Augustine asked, his voice dripping with desire as he noticed Charles’s gaze fixed on his lips.
Charles sighed softly, shaking his head slightly as his eyes drifted from Augustine’s lips to the bridge of his nose.
Slowly, Charles gaze moved up to meet Augustine’s eyes, a spark of longing flickering behind them.
Charles stared at Augustine in brief silence, his hands gently caressing Augustine’s chest.
"Why do you like biting me?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as a brow quirked upward. "You bite like a dog," he teased with a playful smirk.
Augustine chuckled, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "I bite like a beast, not a dog," he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Charles sneered, rolling his eyes at Augustine’s ridiculous correction, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
Charles swallowed hard, his fingers grazing Augustine’s chest as his hands slowly inched downward, slipping beneath Augustine’s shirt and resting at his waistline.
Charles’s hands moved with slow, deliberate intention, gliding over Augustine’s chest until they lingered on his breasts.
Augustine tilted his head, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "What exactly are you trying to do?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement.
Charles remained silent, letting his hands speak for him.
His index fingers traced teasing circles around Augustine’s nipples, each touch slow and deliberate.
"Ohh, fuck, fuck, yesssssss."
Augustine bit his upper lip, his breath hitching as he placed his hands on Charles’s shoulders, unable to contain the stir of sensations coursing through him.
Augustine’s mind swirled with curiosity, wondering what Charles was planning, but the pleasurable sensations made it hard to focus on anything else.
He silently surrendered to the moment, unwilling to break the blissful silence.
Meanwhile, Charles’s fingers continued their teasing journey, circling Augustine’s hardened nipples with deliberate slowness, each touch sending shivers of delight through him.
With a mischievous smile plastered on Charles lips, he used his thumbs and index fingers to pinch Augustine’s nipples.
’Oh, fuck!’ Augustine groaned in pleasure, his head leaning back as his grip on Charles’s shoulder tightened.
Hearing Augustine’s blissful moan, Charles pinched his nipple harder, twisting it.
"Mmmh, oh yeah, just like that..."
Charles chuckled. "You’re so fucking hot when you moan." He said, gazing up at Augustine, whose eyes were shut from the intense pleasure coursing through his body.
Charles slowly withdrew his hands from beneath Augustine’s shirt, his fingers grazing the skin as he wrap his hands around Augustine’s waist, pulling him closer with a subtle pressure.
Charles touch moved with deliberate slowness, tracing the curve of Augustine’s body before sliding down to his thigh.
There, Charles fingers tightened just enough to send a shiver through Augustine, the pressure warm and possessive.
"Now that I’ve confessed my love for you," Charles said, his voice a little lower, "does this mean we’re officially dating?"
Augustine, his eyes still closed, let a slow smile tug at his lips.
As he opened his eyes, his gaze met Charles’s with an intensity that made Charles’s heart race.
"Yeah," Augustine whispered, leaning forward to plant a soft, lingering kiss on Charles’s forehead.
The moment felt like a promise, an unspoken understanding between them.
Augustine placed his right hand gently on Charles’s chin, caressing it with a tender touch. "Before we officially start dating," he said, his voice soft yet deliberate, "I need to ask you something."
With those words, Augustine gracefully stepped off Charles’s legs and sank down onto his knees, his gaze unwavering as he looked up at Charles, the intensity of his stare deepening the moment.
"Hey, why are you suddenly kneeling—"
"Charles Donald," Augustine interrupted, his voice firm yet full of emotion, silencing Charles mid-sentence.
He smiled softly, his gaze never leaving Charles.
Taking a deep breath, Augustine steadied himself. "I know I can be unbearable sometimes," he began, a hint of guilt in his voice, "and I’ve hurt you more than I should’ve."
Augustine looked down for a moment, gathering his thoughts before looking back up at Charles, his eyes full of sincerity. "But despite all that, I want you to know..." He paused, smiling more warmly now, "I’m willing to change. I’m willing to learn. And I promise, I’ll be the man who will give you the world."
He paused for a moment, his hands gently reaching for Charles hands, intertwining their fingers.
"I love you so much, Charles," Augustine whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "Words can’t even begin to describe how much I love you."
The intensity of Augustine’s words made Charles’s heart race.
He felt a wave of warmth wash over him, his toes curling as he bit down on his lip, utterly captivated by the sincerity in Augustine’s eyes.
He listened intently, his chest tightening with every word.
With a soft, playful smile, Augustine leaned in slightly closer, his voice smooth and inviting.
"So, Charles Donald... would you do me the honour of being my boyfriend?" he purred, his tone dripping with warmth and affection, his eyes filled with genuine hope.
Charles scoffed, a straight face masking any trace of emotion. "No," he said firmly, his tone sharp and serious, leaving a heavy pause in the air.