Chapter 36: I can feel your pre-cum.
Augustine exhaled deeply, his lips curling into a sly smirk as he swiftly carried toward the bathroom sink, firmly holding Charles in his arms.
Charles’s legs remained wrapped tightly around Augustine’s waist, their closeness intensifying the moment.
As Augustine placed Charles on the sink, his hands moved carefully to ensure Charles was fully supported, balancing his entire weight securely on the surface.
Augustine touch was steady, deliberate, as if he wanted to make sure Charles felt safe in his grasp.
For a moment, Augustine’s intense gaze locked onto Charles’s mesmerizing eyes, his breath hitching as he swallowed hard. "Please... don’t regret this," he purred, his voice low and filled with a mix of longing and vulnerability, his eyes pleading for reassurance.
Charles, feeling a wave of nervousness, nodded slowly, biting his lower lip as his eyelashes fluttered a few times. "I... I won’t," he mumbled, his voice barely audible, laced with hesitation yet a hint of anticipation.
Charles felt more confident than usual. He wasn’t sure why, but he knew he wanted more of Augustine’s touch.
His emotions were strong, and he felt like he was going with the flow, giving in to what Augustine was doing.
’I’m about to lose my virginity,’ Charles chanted to himself, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest, so intense it felt as though it might burst free from his body.
Having gained the upper hand, Augustine allowed Charles to become fully seated on the bathroom sink as he took a small steps back.
Augustine drew his lips into a thin line, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps as he extended his hand toward Charles.
Charles hesitated for only a moment before entwining his fingers with Augustine’s, his grip firm yet trembling slightly, patiently awaiting whatever was to come next.
"You’re so damn beautiful," Augustine praised, his eyes devouring Charles’s form.
Once more, Augustine closed the distance between them, his gaze unwavering as he lifted Charles’s hands—still entwined with his. "Charles, you drive me crazy," Augustine rasped, his words imbued with an undeniable heat.
Augustine hands moved swiftly to pin Charles’s hands against the cool surface of the bathroom tiles behind, making his intentions clear.
Charles gasp, deeply holding his breath in anticipation.
Augustine lowered his face to Charles’s neck, his breath warm and heavy.
Slowly, he let his tongue glide across the delicate skin of Charles neck, tracing circles with deliberate care.
His saliva left a tingling trail, and his hot breath sent shivers coursing through Charles’s body, prompting Charles to clench his fist as he curled his toes.
Charles’s body arched into the touch, the pleasure of Augustine’s seduction coursing through him.
The eyes of Charles was rolled up to the ceiling as he kept holding his breath.
"You..." Augustine’s words trailed off as his mouth slightly parted. His teeth gently grazed Charles’s neck, eliciting a soft moan from Charles’s lips.
"Arrgh!" Charles moaned, arching his back in a blissful sensation as he shut his eyes close.
The teeth of Augustine grazed the sensitive skin of Charles, leaving a trail of passion in their wake.
Augustine’s tongue moved slowly, teasingly, as it trailed from Charles’s neck to the curve of his shoulder.
He paused, withdrawing his tongue, his breath warm against Charles’s skin.
Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent of Charles, as if it was a drug he couldn’t resist.
Charles smells warm and musky, a mix of his natural skin and the faint saltiness of sweat—a raw, intoxicating aroma that made Augustine dizzy.
"May I touch you?" Augustine whispered, the warm air of his breath caressing Charles’s shoulder like a lover’s embrace, awaiting Charles’s consent.
Charles nod his head, bitting onto his lips as he made sure that his eyes were still closed.
Augustine released Charles’s hands, which had been pinned to the wall, and slowly placed his right hand on Charles’s neck. His left hand slid down to support Charles, steadying him against the bathroom sink.
Augustine’s right hand slowly caressed Charles’s neck, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin before gently pinching it.
"Argh!"
Charles arched his back, a soft gasp escaping him as his hands fell onto Augustine’s shoulders.
As if following a path of desire, Augustine’s hands glided from Charles’s neck to his erect nipples.
A wicked grin crept across Augustine’s face as he pinched and teased them, dragging his fingers across the sensitive skin, eliciting a low moan from Charles.
"Fu... Fuck," Charles seethed, his teeth clenched together as he arched his head backwards, resting it on the cold tiles.
Butterflies fluttered in Charles’s stomach as his legs tightened around Augustine’s waist, pulling him even closer.
Charles could feel his cock throbbing with anticipation, beads of precum leaking onto his boxers and creating a damp patch.
"Fucccccck!" Charles gasped in pleasure.
’Gez... fuck!’
The cascading moans from Charles’s lips were all the encouragement Augustine needed.
He lowered his mouth to Charles’s chest, pinching his nipples with a teasing rhythm as his tongue emerged to swirl around them in hungry circles.
A shuddering gasp slipped past Charles’s lips, his voice husky with pleasure as Augustine’s skilled fingers and eager tongue drove him to the brink of ecstasy.
His moans grew louder and more urgent, his throaty pleas imploring for more as he arched his back, craving the sweet torture of Augustine’s touch.
"Au... Augustine," Charles breath out the name of Augustine which was barely above a whispered.
Augustine ignored Charles’s gasping call as he withdrew his right hand from Charles’s nipple, letting it slid down the smooth expanse of Charles’s torso, the tips of his fingers lingering beneath the elastic band of Charles boxer briefs.
Without sliding his hand inside the boxer brief of Charles, he slammed it between Charles’s legs, gently gripping his hard dick.
"Fuck!"
A shiver coursed through Charles as Augustine’s skilled fingers throb Charles member, stroking it through the thin fabric, eliciting an animalistic growl from Charles’s lips.
"Arrrrrrrgh," Charles winched in pleasure, his breath hot as he bit his lower lips.
Augustine’s tongue worked over Charles’s nipple, leaving it slick with saliva before he gently bit down.
His grip on Charles’s dick tightened, and he suddenly felt a damp warmth seeping through Charles’s boxer briefs onto his hand.
"Pookie... I can feel your precum." Augustine purred seductively.