Chapter 50: What’s the colour of your nipple?
Charles’s lips pressed urgently against Augustine’s, his grip around Augustine’s neck tightening as he pulled him even closer.
Though caught off guard, Augustine didn’t let the surprise consume him.
Instead, he surrendered to the moment, allowing himself to be swept away by the intensity of the kiss.
Slow and deliberate, Augustine captured Charles’ lower lip between his teeth, gently pulling on the delicate flesh before pulling it into his mouth.
He ran the tip of his tongue along Charles’s teeth, coaxing his lover’s lips to part.
With Charles’s mouth open to him, Augustine tongue delved deeper, exploring the warm, wet cavern with languid movements, almost as if he was searching for a sweet spot.
As Augustine deepened their kiss, Charles’s closed eyes began to roll back, his body responding to the intimate caresses.
"Arrgh,"
A small groan escaped Charles lips as his toes clenched and his fists became tight in the shirt of Augustine.
Charles felt his stomach flutter with nervous excitement, the sensation of butterflies battering against his insides.
He surrendered to the moment, allowing his breath to become shallow and ragged, savoring the raw pleasure of Augustine’s ministrations.
Each touch, each kiss, drew him deeper into a world of desire, his body singing with an intense, burning desire.
With deliberate intent, Charles tilted his head, granting Augustine unfettered access to explore the warm depths of his mouth.
Augustine tongue, like a languid dancer, twirled and swept across Charles’s mouth, igniting a blaze of passion that formed at the pit of Charles stomach.
"Fuck,"
A breathy moan escaped Charles lips, the unexpected sensation sending a shiver down his spine.
Augustine’s right hand cupped Charles’s cheek, his touch gentle yet firm, while his other hand trailed down, settling on Charles’s waist before sliding lower... towards his butt.
Without warning, Augustine gave a firm squeeze, drawing a sharp gasp from Charles as his back arched instinctively.
"Arrhh," Charles moaned seductively, the sound arousing Augustine even more.
His tongue which was inside the mouth of Charles began to thrust in and out, as if he were attempting to make love to Charles’ mouth with each stroke.
"Grruuullll!"
The rumbling sound of hunger from the stomach of Charles was suddenly heard, and it made them both halt on the spot.
Augustine withdrew his tongue from Charles’s mouth as they both opened their eyes. "Should we continue?" He purred, seductively questioning Charles as their lips were just mere inches away.
Charles gulped down his saliva, his cheeks turning a crimson shed of red. "Umm... I want to eat." Charles stuttered, fluttering his eyelashes as he bit his lower lips in embarrassment.
"Do you mean you want to eat me?" Augustine teased, lowering his gaze towards what lay in between his legs. "You want to eat down there?" He probed, his lips curving into a playful grin.
Charles sneered, gently punching Augustine’s shoulder. "You’re such a horny bastard, you know that?" he teased, rolling his eyes playfully. "Get out of here, you’ll be late for work if you don’t leave soon," he added, giving Augustine a gentle nudge to get him out of the sittingroom.
"Hahahaha," Augustine grinned in amusement as he moist his lips with his saliva before grabbing his suitcase on the couch. "I’ll text you whenever I get the chance, so keep your phone close, okay?" Augustine stated, his tone gentle yet firm.
Nonchalantly, Charles nods his head. "Bye," he mumbled, waving his hands at Augustine.
Augustine reciprocated Charles’s gesture as he waved back at him before turning around to step out of the sitting room.
After shutting the sitting room door behind him, he walked straight to the garage, pulled a car key from his pocket, and within moments, drove out of his mansion’s compound.
Charles on the other hand trailed his index finger around his lip, feeling a blissful sensation as he relished the kiss. ’I claim I’m not gay, yet I can’t deny how good it feels whenever I kiss Augustine,’ Charles mused to himself as he blush.
He took a deep breath and shook his head, willing himself to stop thinking about Augustine.
With that, he turned around and headed to the dining table.
After eating to his fill, he did the dishes, then made his way to the bedroom, settling onto the bed.
For approximately ten minutes, Charles remained seated on the bed, letting his food settle as he rested.
’Sigh!’
He exhaled deeply, a quiet sigh escaping his lips before he pushed himself up from the bed and got to work.
Grabbing his pile of dirty clothes, he stepped outside the bedroom and made his way to the next door, assuming it was the laundry room.
However, as Charles reached for the handle, he realized it was locked.
Having no other option, he headed downstairs and scanned around the sitting room, his eyes searching for a watching machine.
And eventually, the gaze of Charles fell on the washing machine, which was placed in the kitchen, neatly positioned against the wall near the sink.
It was tucked beside a storage cabinet, where detergent and fabric softener were likely kept, making it convenient for use.
’Augustine’s house is big, so why is his washing machine placed in his kitchen?’ Charles wondered to himself.
Shrugging off the thought, he placed all his dirty clothes inside the machine.
After adding a bit of detergent, he turned it on, watching as the drum began to spin.
Minutes later, Charles transferred his clothes into the dryer of the washing machine.
He waited as the warm air tumbled them dry.
Once the cycle finished, he pulled out his clothes, feeling the lingering heat against his fingertips.
Heading back to the bedroom, Charles was arranging his clothes inside the wardrobe when all of a sudden, his phone, which was on the bedside table, suddenly beeped.
Startled, he paused and glanced over, his curiosity piqued.
Making his way to the bedside table, he turned on his phone screen and checked the latest message that had come in, thinking that he had received a message from the restaurant manager.
Upon opening the message icon, the first thing Charles saw was a message from Augustine Wales.
^Pookie, when was the last time you cried?^
Charles frowned, reading the ridiculous text from Augustine. ’Why the hell is he asking me such a stupid question?’ Charles inwardly questioned himself, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion as he read the message.
Nevertheless, Charles gulped down his saliva and replied to the words of Augustine. ^Yesterday^ Charles texted back.
^Ohh... well, people cry all the time but it doesn’t show that they’re weak, but because they’ve been strong for too long^
Charles scoffed, finding Augustine’s behavior to be a bit weird. "Umm... thanks..."
Charles was on the brink of sending Augustine a ’Thank you’ message when another message came in from Augustine.
Charles paused for a moment, slightly annoyed but yet he opened the new message.
^Pookie, now that you are no longer sad, do you mind telling me what’s the colour of your nipples?^
Silence....