Chapter 152: I’m so in love with you.
Augustine gasped, his eyes widening as he stared at Charles in stunned silence.
What the hell has gotten into him? he wondered, the question echoing in his mind.
Augustine drew in a deep, steadying breath before finally finding the strength to speak.
His voice came out low and unsure, "Do you seriously want me to make love to you?"
Charles turned around to fully face Augustine, his gaze steady and intense.
He nodded slowly. "Is that weird?"
Augustine let out a soft scoff, shaking his head with a teasing smile. "It’s not weird, Pookie," he purred, voice dripping with warmth, "but I think we should savor this... take things slowly."
He paused, eyes flicking to Charles’s lips before lifting his hand and gently placing thumb over them.
Augustine’s thumb caressed Charles’s lips in a slow, sensual stroke before he continued, his voice low and intimate. "If I’m being honest with you right now, all I want is to make love to you."
Augustine’s eyes darkened with longing. "Knowing that you finally feel the same way only makes the desire burn deeper... but even with all that, I won’t rush it. I want to take my time with you."
"What does that mean?" Charles asked, brows raised as he tilted his head to the side, letting Augustine’s finger slide slowly down from his lips.
Charles voice was laced with curiosity, but his eyes held a quiet intensity, searching Augustine’s face for answers.
Augustine sighed, drawing in a deep, steadying breath. "It means that just the sight of you is enough to make me ache with desire," he said, his voice low and sultry. "But I’m holding back—because now that we’ve finally admitted our feelings, I want us to build something real. I want us to date, to discover every piece of each other, before we lose ourselves completely in the intimacy I crave." Augustine stated.
Staring deep into the eyes of Charles, he continued. "I don’t want us to get intimate since we just started dating."
Charles smirked, lightly swatting Augustine’s shoulder with a teasing glint in his eyes. "If you didn’t plan on being intimate, then why did you kiss me like that last night?" he drawled, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Or are you saying kissing doesn’t count as intimacy anymore?"
"Pookie," Augustine groaned, his voice thick with restraint as he rubbed his temples, clearly flustered. "Don’t tempt me like this... you have no idea how hard you’re making it to behave."
Augustine took a slow step back, his chest rising and falling as he rolled his tongue thoughtfully inside his mouth, eyes fixed on the floor like it held the answers he sought. "I just don’t think you’re ready for lovemaking... not yet," he purred, his voice low and velvety.
Charles let out a soft growl, the heat in his chest simmering down as he gave a reluctant nod.
As much as his body craved Augustine, he understood—Augustine wanted more than just a moment of passion. He wanted something deeper... something that would last.
"Alright," Charles purred, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he turned and made his way toward the bathroom.
The soft click of the door echoed in the room, and moments later, the sound of cascading water filled the air—gentle, rhythmic, and sensual.
The thought of Charles behind that door, bare and wet under the stream, stirred something deep within Augustine, making him bite down softly on his lower lip as his imagination wandered.
Augustine stared at the closed door, his hands sinking deep into his pockets as he swallowed hard, trying to suppress the surge of heat that rushed through him.
His mind wandered, dangerously so.
Augustine imagined pushing that door open, the steam curling around him like a welcome invitation.
He pictured Charles against the slick wall, water cascading down his bare skin, lips parted in anticipation.
The thought of claiming Charles right there, tasting every breathless moan he could draw out, sent a shiver down Augustine’s spine as his fingers curled tightly in his pockets.
He had the urge to do more dirty things to Charles. Things that would make Charles cry and beg for mercy in pleasure.
But still, Augustine decided to control himself by taking in a deep long breath.
More vivid image seared through Augustine’s mind—Charles, slick with steam and water, his hands braced against the cool bathroom wall.
He imagined standing behind Charles, spreading his ass wide open with slow, deliberate hunger, and claiming him in a way that would leave no doubt who he belonged to.
The fantasy burned hot and fast, making Augustine’s breath hitch as desire coiled tightly within him.
Augustine’s body betrayed him, the tightness in his shorts a clear indication of the desire coursing through him.
He swallowed hard, the sensation of his throat working with each breath that drew in the intensity of his thoughts.
Inhale...
With a deep, steadying inhale, Augustine gathered himself before stepping out of the room, his mind still lost in the lingering heat of the moment.
He knew the best way to regain control was to distance himself from temptation.
Making his way into the sitting room, he sank into the couch, his fingers gripping the armrest as he tried to focus on something, anything, other than the sound of the shower running.
He waited, breath steadying, for Charles to emerge.
Fifteen minutes later, Charles stepped out of the bathroom and headed to the walk-in closet.
Moments later, he emerged wearing one of Augustine’s black long-sleeve shirts—just long enough to tease, barely brushing the tops of his thighs.
Charles stood before the dressing mirror, admiring his reflection with a sly smile. "I think I look cute," he purred, then turned and sauntered out of the room.
The moment Charles reached the sitting room, he froze. Augustine was there, seated on the couch with his eyes closed, his posture serene—like he was meditating, or perhaps waiting.
"Augustine, are you alright?" Charles asked, his voice low and laced with a subtle purr.
Augustine swallowed hard, his lips parting slightly—but no words came.
His mind was tangled in dirty thoughts, every one of them drenched in the sight of Charles Donald being naked as he fuck him.
Meanwhile...
Charles closed the distance between himself and Augustine with unhurried grace, his fingertips brushing Augustine’s shoulder in a featherlight touch.
The contact sent a shiver through Augustine, prompting him to open his eyes—slowly—only to find Charles standing there, smirking down at him like temptation itself.
For a brief moment, Augustine’s gaze shamelessly roamed over Charles—from the tousled hair down to the bare, tempting thighs peeking out beneath the hem of his shirt.
His throat tightened, and he swallowed hard, the sight nearly knocking the air from his lungs.
Augustine caught the unmistakable scent of his own perfume clinging to Charles’s skin—intimate, intoxicating.
Slowly, deliberately, Augustine rose from the couch, closing the space between them until his lips hovered just above Charles’s neck.
He inhaled deeply, savoring the mix of heat and fragrance.
"I want to meet your parents, Pookie," Augustine murmured against Charles skin, voice thick with emotion and desire. "I’m so in love with you... and I want to marry you—for real."