Chapter 159: Come and join me in the bathroom.
Augustine sped back to the mansion, the car skimming over the wet road.
As he parked in the garage, he was out of the car in a flash, rushing to open the door for Charles.
Charles stepped out, his soaked body glistening under the dim light.
Without a word, Augustine grabbed Charles hand, guiding him toward the mansion.
As they stepped inside the sitting room, Augustine sweep Charles up in his arms, lifting him effortlessly like a princess.
The intimacy of the moment sent a thrill through Charles as Augustine carried him toward the bedroom. "You need a hot bath, unless you might end up catching a cold," Augustine murmured, his voice soft but firm.
Charles nodded, a quiet agreement passing between them as they entered the warmth of the room.
Charles had already been feeling cold during the ride back, making him shiver despite himself.
"Thanks," Charles murmured under his breath as Augustine stood in front of the bed.
Swiftly, Charles slipped out of Augustine’s arms, his voice low, almost intimate.
Without wasting a second, he darted into the bathroom, his drenched clothes clinging to every inch of his body.
Charles took off his clothes, twisted the faucet, setting the shower to a comforting warmth.
As the water burst to life, Charles stepped beneath the stream, tilting his head back.
The heat poured over him, sliding from his soaked hair down the curves of his body, chasing away the cold and replacing it with a slow, spreading warmth.
The cold that had clung to Charles skin moments ago melted away beneath the warm cascade, vanishing like it had never been there.
Then, with a sly smile tugging at Charles lips, he turned off the faucet.
Steam curled around him as he cracked the bathroom door open and peeked out, his voice teasing and low.
"Augustine, aren’t you going to join me in the shower?"
Charles had only meant to sneak a peek... to check if Augustine was still in the bedroom but to his utter surprise, the moment the bathroom door slid open, Augustine was already standing there, right in front of him.
Their eyes locked.
Augustine’s gaze flicked over Charles’s damp, glistening body before quickly turning around and Charles quickly shot the door.
A slow, teasing smile tugged at Augustine’s lips as a flush crept up his cheeks.
"Pookie," he murmured, voice low and laced with mischief, "are you intentionally trying to seduce me right now?"
Augustine had been lingering by the bathroom door ever since Charles stepped inside. He told himself it was to wait until Charles finished his bath—but the truth ran deeper.
Augustine loved the sound of water cascading down Charles’s body which was despite the fact that, it arouses him.
Sigh!
"Augustine! Ding you think you’re being a bit of a pervert, standing right outside my bathroom door like that?" Charles teased, raising a brow.
He’d been caught off guard moments ago when he opened the door to find Augustine so close, but the fact that Augustine had quickly turned around—cheeks flushed—offered Charles a flicker of relief.
’He’s so damm cute,’ Charles whispered to himself.
The flutter in Charles chest hadn’t gone away. If anything, it grew stronger.
’Besides, Augustine wouldn’t have been able to see my naked body in just a second,’ Charles thought to himself.
Meanwhile, upon hearing the previous question of Charles, Augustine couldn’t help but let out a scoff.
"You think I’m a pervert just because I’m standing outside your bathroom door, but what exactly should I call you—considering you literally invited me in to shower with you while being naked?"
"Me? When did I do that—"
Charles’s words trailed off as reality hit him like a wave—he had invited Augustine to join him in the shower.
Charles exhaled softly. "Umm... wait outside. I’m almost done," he whispered, his voice laced with nervousness.
He turned the shower back on one final time, letting the warm water caress his skin and soothe the heat rising to his cheeks.
Minutes later, Charles shut off the faucet, grabbing a towel in hand.
At first, Charles dried his drenched body with the towel, running it slowly over his skin before slipping into the soft bathrobe, tying it loosely around his waist.
He then draped the towel around his neck and walked over to the bathroom door.
Expecting to find Augustine still standing just outside, Charles opened the door—
but to his surprise, Augustine was gone.
"Aren’t you coming to take your bath?" Charles purred, stepping out of the bathroom, expecting to find Augustine lounging on the bed, probably half undressed by now.
But the room was empty.
Charles paused, his brow furrowing slightly. "Where the hell did he go?" he muttered, glancing around.
The silence in the room felt oddly loud.
’He couldn’t have gone far...’ Charles thought, running a hand through his damp hair as he took a few steps toward the wardrobe and smoothly pulled it open, reaching for a crisp white long-sleeved shirt that hung perfectly on a hanger.
Just as Charles fingers brushed the fabric and he began untying his bathrobe, the door to the walk-in closet creaked open.
Startled, Charles froze for a beat.
And then, Augustine stepped out—shirtless, water still glistening on his skin, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
Charles blinked. "You were in there the whole time?" he asked, voice low and caught somewhere between amused and breathless.
"Gush! I should’ve stayed in there a little longer, so I could catch you while you were fully naked," Augustine purred, his voice dripping with seduction.
Charles chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at Augustine, his heart racing as he met the dark, playful glint in his eyes. "You’re getting bold now," Charles teased, a smirk tugging at his lips. "But I don’t mind."
Sigh!
A loud sigh rolled out of Augustine’s lips as he closed the distance between the both of them, before wrapping his hands around Charles waist, resting his chin on Charles shoulder. "I want you to keep me warm pookie." Augustine whispered with a seductive low voice.
Note; The next Chapter is strictly rated 18+
Augustine sped back to the mansion, the car skimming over the wet road.
As he parked in the garage, he was out of the car in a flash, rushing to open the door for Charles.
Charles stepped out, his soaked body glistening under the dim light.
Without a word, Augustine grabbed Charles hand, guiding him toward the mansion.
As they stepped inside the sitting room, Augustine sweep Charles up in his arms, lifting him effortlessly like a princess.
The intimacy of the moment sent a thrill through Charles as Augustine carried him toward the bedroom. "You need a hot bath, unless you might end up catching a cold," Augustine murmured, his voice soft but firm.
Charles nodded, a quiet agreement passing between them as they entered the warmth of the room.
Charles had already been feeling cold during the ride back, making him shiver despite himself.
"Thanks," Charles murmured under his breath as Augustine stood in front of the bed.
Swiftly, Charles slipped out of Augustine’s arms, his voice low, almost intimate.
Without wasting a second, he darted into the bathroom, his drenched clothes clinging to every inch of his body.
Charles took off his clothes, twisted the faucet, setting the shower to a comforting warmth.
As the water burst to life, Charles stepped beneath the stream, tilting his head back.
The heat poured over him, sliding from his soaked hair down the curves of his body, chasing away the cold and replacing it with a slow, spreading warmth.
The cold that had clung to Charles skin moments ago melted away beneath the warm cascade, vanishing like it had never been there.
Then, with a sly smile tugging at Charles lips, he turned off the faucet.
Steam curled around him as he cracked the bathroom door open and peeked out, his voice teasing and low.
"Augustine, aren’t you going to join me in the shower?"
Charles had only meant to sneak a peek... to check if Augustine was still in the bedroom but to his utter surprise, the moment the bathroom door slid open, Augustine was already standing there, right in front of him.
Their eyes locked.
Augustine’s gaze flicked over Charles’s damp, glistening body before quickly turning around and Charles quickly shot the door.
A slow, teasing smile tugged at Augustine’s lips as a flush crept up his cheeks.
"Pookie," he murmured, voice low and laced with mischief, "are you intentionally trying to seduce me right now?"
Augustine had been lingering by the bathroom door ever since Charles stepped inside. He told himself it was to wait until Charles finished his bath—but the truth ran deeper.
Augustine loved the sound of water cascading down Charles’s body which was despite the fact that, it arouses him.
Sigh!
"Augustine! Ding you think you’re being a bit of a pervert, standing right outside my bathroom door like that?" Charles teased, raising a brow.
He’d been caught off guard moments ago when he opened the door to find Augustine so close, but the fact that Augustine had quickly turned around—cheeks flushed—offered Charles a flicker of relief.
’He’s so damm cute,’ Charles whispered to himself.
The flutter in Charles chest hadn’t gone away. If anything, it grew stronger.
’Besides, Augustine wouldn’t have been able to see my naked body in just a second,’ Charles thought to himself.
Meanwhile, upon hearing the previous question of Charles, Augustine couldn’t help but let out a scoff.
"You think I’m a pervert just because I’m standing outside your bathroom door, but what exactly should I call you—considering you literally invited me in to shower with you while being naked?"
"Me? When did I do that—"
Charles’s words trailed off as reality hit him like a wave—he had invited Augustine to join him in the shower.
Charles exhaled softly. "Umm... wait outside. I’m almost done," he whispered, his voice laced with nervousness.
He turned the shower back on one final time, letting the warm water caress his skin and soothe the heat rising to his cheeks.
Minutes later, Charles shut off the faucet, grabbing a towel in hand.
At first, Charles dried his drenched body with the towel, running it slowly over his skin before slipping into the soft bathrobe, tying it loosely around his waist.
He then draped the towel around his neck and walked over to the bathroom door.
Expecting to find Augustine still standing just outside, Charles opened the door—
but to his surprise, Augustine was gone.
"Aren’t you coming to take your bath?" Charles purred, stepping out of the bathroom, expecting to find Augustine lounging on the bed, probably half undressed by now.
But the room was empty.
Charles paused, his brow furrowing slightly. "Where the hell did he go?" he muttered, glancing around.
The silence in the room felt oddly loud.
’He couldn’t have gone far...’ Charles thought, running a hand through his damp hair as he took a few steps toward the wardrobe and smoothly pulled it open, reaching for a crisp white long-sleeved shirt that hung perfectly on a hanger.
Just as Charles fingers brushed the fabric and he began untying his bathrobe, the door to the walk-in closet creaked open.
Startled, Charles froze for a beat.
And then, Augustine stepped out—shirtless, water still glistening on his skin, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
Charles blinked. "You were in there the whole time?" he asked, voice low and caught somewhere between amused and breathless.
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Sigh!
A loud sigh rolled out of Augustine’s lips as he closed the distance between the both of them, before wrapping his hands around Charles waist, resting his chin on Charles shoulder. "I want you to keep me warm pookie." Augustine whispered with a seductive low voice.
Note; The next Chapter is strictly rated 18+