Chapter 70: Quench my taste with your dick.
"I... I don’t like you in any form," Charles stammered, his voice unsteady.
He pressed his lips together in a firm line before lying back on the bed, shutting his eyes tightly as if that would shield him from the weight of his own words.
Augustine chuckled, his fingers gently gripping Charles’s shoulder as he gave it a slight shake.
"Come on, Pookie," he purred, his voice laced with playful persistence. "Answer my question already," he added, his lips curving into a slight pout as he leaned in closer.
Charles breath out heavily. "I have a stressful day ahead of me tomorrow, Augustine." Charles mumbled as his eyes continued to remain shut.
Augustine chuckled softly before leaning in, his lips brushing against Charles’s cheek in a lingering kiss. "Good night, sweetheart," he purred, his voice low and teasing as he gently sucked on the skin of Charles’s neck, savoring the warmth beneath his lips.
As he lean away, he grabbed the blanket on the bed, using it to cover the body of Charles to shield him from the midnight cold.
Charles, fully aware of Augustine’s affectionate gesture, smiled inwardly as warmth spread through him.
Allowing his mind to relax, he let go of all his worries and slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep.
***
The warm morning sun peeked through the window, its golden rays spilling into the bedroom and casting a soft glow on Charles’s body.
"Good morning, Pookie," Augustine purred seductively, his voice smooth and teasing, prompting Charles to flutter his eyelashes as he stirred awake.
He stretched his hand in front of his face, shielding his eyes from the sun’s glare.
Charles blinked a few times, his eyelashes fluttering as he adjusted to his surroundings.
A deep yawn escaped his lips, filling the quiet room as he slowly woke up.
’Auuuuuuu!’ Charles yawn, using the back of his hands to wipe his eyes.
"Hey," Charles mumbled, a warm smile tugging at his lips as he sat up, leaning against the edge of the bed.
"How was your night?" he asked, arching a brow at Augustine while his gaze lingered on Augustine’s broad chest.
Droplets of water clung to Augustine’s toned chest, glistening under the morning light—a clear indication that he had just stepped out of the shower.
A white towel hung loosely around his waist, the damp fabric clinging slightly to his hips.
His gaze locked onto Charles, dark and unreadable, before he slowly ran his tongue over his already damp pink lips, the motion deliberate and teasing. "My night was pretty good." Augustine mumbled, before placing his both hands on the bed.
As slow as ever, he began to crawl onto the bed on all four until he arrived at the extreme edge where Charles was seated. "Did you dream about me?" He inquired, and Charles smirk, a scoff rolling out of his mouth as he shook his head sideways.
"Well... despite the fact that you didn’t dream about me, I want you to know that I dreamt about you last night," Augustine whispered, his voice low and sultry.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Charles’s ear, sending a subtle shiver down his spine.
Augustine use his teeth to nipples Charles ear, as he gave it a tender bite.
Slowly, with his teeth still biting Charles’s ear, Augustine leaned away, tugging gently as he did.
He lingered for a moment before finally releasing Charles ear from his teeth. "I want us to make love, Charles," Augustine murmured, his voice dripping with longing. "I want us to do everything our hearts desire."
Charles who was still yet to recover from what Augustine had just done forcefully gulped his saliva as he bit unto his lower lips. "I... I don’t think I am ready yet." Charles whispered, his words trailing after each other because he wasn’t confident about having any intimate time with Augustine.
Nevertheless, as Augustine heard the words of Charles, he crawled backwards, creating little distance between himself and Charles.
"Last night when I took off the towel that was wrapped around my waist, I noticed that you like what you saw." Augustine boldly uttered.
Charles cheeks instantly turned a crimson shed of red as he entwine his hands together while playing with his fingernails.
Charles felt a bit nervous by the situation.
"Augustine, I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you this morning, but if you don’t mind me saying... I think you need to take a bath to clear your head from all these sexual thoughts clouding your mind," Charles advised, his tone firm yet flustered.
But his words fell on deaf ears.
Augustine simply smirked, his gaze dark with mischief, showing no intention of backing down.
He shook his head sideways as he rolled his eyes. "You are still yet to answer my question."
"And what question exactly?" Charles inquired with a firm tone.
Augustine sat up properly on the bed, wrapping his legs across each other as a sly smirk played on his lips. "Last night, when you saw me naked, didn’t you like what you saw?" he probed, his voice dripping with amusement as he studied Charles’ reaction.
Charles scoffed, rolling his eyes at Augustine’s ridiculous question. "Well, since you want me to be honest, then I will," he mumbled, sniffing as if trying to recall the events of the previous night.
His fingers absentmindedly traced the edge of the bedsheet, stalling for time before he spoke again.
And then, a mischievous smile curled across Charles lips as he spoke. "Last night, I took a glance at your chest and it was damp." He purred, eyeing Augustine chest which was still wet as some droplet of water fell down from his hair.
"Also, I can clearly recall how you took off the towel around your waist without warning me ahead of time."
Augustine smirked, tilting his head slightly as he watched Charles with amused eyes. "Oh? So you did more than just glance?" he teased, running a hand through his damp hair, causing more droplets to trickle down his toned chest.
Charles huffed, crossing his arms. "Don’t flatter yourself. It was an accident."
Augustine leaned in, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "An accident... yet you remember it so vividly." His smirk deepened as he studied Charles’ flustered expression. "Tell me, Pookie... did you like what you saw?" Augustine probed, sticking to his previous question.
Charles swallowed hard. "I... umm, your butt is cute to look at, so what else do you want me to say?" he asked, his words trailing off as he tried his best to appear offended.
Although, deep down, he wasn’t actually upset—instead, he was embarrassed for answering Augustine’s question so honestly.
"Now that i have answered your question, am I free to leave this room? I’m thirsty and need to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator."
Augustine shook his head from one side to another as the water from his hair splash onto the body of Charles. "Hey! Stop it!" Charles snapped kneeling down on the bed as he grabbed a pair of pillow. "You are getting me all wet, Augustine." Charles added as he use the pillow on his grips to slam the head of Augustine.
Augustine chuckled before kneeling down on the bed and just like what Charles did, Augustine grabbed a pair of pillow and smash it onto the body of Charles.
"You should be grateful that the water from my hair is going to quench your thirst," Augustine purred, his voice dripping with amusement as he playfully dodged a pillow swing from Charles.
Charles scoffed, rolling his eyes at Augustine’s absurd remark. "What if I say I want you to quench my thirst in another way?" he countered, his voice laced with mischief.
Augustine’s movements stilled for a moment, his brow arching in surprise.
A sly smirk curled at the edge of his lips as he leaned in slightly, his gaze locked onto Charles with intrigue. "Oh? And what exactly do you mean by that, Pookie?" he murmured, his voice teasing yet laced with curiosity.
’What possible way does Charles wishes to quench his thirst?’ Augustine inwardly questioned himself.
Charles noticed the flicker of uncertainty in Augustine’s eyes, as if he were inwardly questioning himself, and that alone made Charles smile in delight.
"I want you to quench my sexual urge, Augustine," Charles murmured, his voice carrying a playful yet daring edge.
Charles paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words settle between them.
Slowly, he placed the pillow in his hand onto the bed, his movements deliberate as he closed the small gap between them.
As they became closer, kneeling in front of each other, Charles smiled warmly. "Augustine wales," Charles purred with a seductive voice. "I want to taste your cum, and I want you thrust deep inside my ass until I pass out." He spat firmly.
Slowly, Charles gaze lower down to Augustine waist as he bite onto his upper lips. "I want you to spank me in the ass, Augustine." Charles added as he use his right hand to slam Augustine ball, despite the fact that Augustine had a towel around his waist.