Chapter 73: Mastubation.
Charles frowned, raising his right hand as he curled his fingers into a fist.
With a smirk, he extended his middle finger, and though he remained silent, the gesture alone was enough to make Augustine chuckle.
"What’s it gonna be, love?" Augustine purred, his voice like velvet against Charles skin. "You want me to get lost, or do you want me to lose myself inside you?"
"H-huh?" Charles probed while stuttering.
Augustine’s smile widened as he leaned in slightly, his gaze locked onto Charles with a knowing glint in his eyes. "Do you want me to fuck off, or do you want me to fuck you?"
His voice was smooth, teasing, laced with amusement as if he already knew the answer.
Charles rolled his eyes before smacking Augustine’s shoulder, the impact light but firm. "Stop teasing me and just get going," he muttered, his voice lacking its usual playfulness. This time, there was a weight to his words, a seriousness that made it clear—he needed space. "I need to clear my thoughts."
For a brief moment, Augustine studied Charles, as if trying to decide whether to push further or respect his request.
Then, with a soft chuckle, he leaned away,nod his head and shrugged his shoulder. "I won’t be visiting Gyapm Corporation today, so I’ll see you later tonight," Augustine said warmly, his voice carrying an easy certainty.
Charles nodded in understanding, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Have a nice day, Augustine," Charles purred, his tone gentle yet affectionate.
Augustine scoffed, shaking his head slightly before turning around and making his way toward the exit.
His steps were unhurried, but there was an undeniable confidence in the way he moved, as if he already knew Charles’s eyes would linger on him until he was out of sight.
Meanwhile, as Charles stood in front of the refrigerator, he allowed his shoulder to drop down in relief before tossing the empty bottle of water into the trash can.
’Come to think of it, I’ve never cleaned Augustine’s entire mansion,’ Charles mused, exhaling a deep sigh. ’One day, I would take a break from work and clean this place until there’s not a single speck of dust left,’ he thought, already envisioning the satisfying sense of accomplishment it would bring.
Augustine’s house wasn’t dirty, but Charles felt the need to clean the mansion now that he lived there.
As he pondered when he would find the time to do so, his thoughts drifted to his previous apartment and the few friends he had back there.
A wave of nostalgia washed over him, reminding him of the simpler days before everything changed.
"I have a lot to catch up on," Charles muttered to himself as he walked toward the bedroom.
Stopping by the door, he slipped off his bathrobe, letting the fabric slide down his shoulders before stepping inside the room without bothering to close the door.
With an absent-minded toss, he flung the bathrobe onto the bed, then stripped off his underwear and placed it in the laundry basket, his mind preoccupied with everything he needed to do.
Inhale!
Charles deeply inhales as stares at his reflection in the dressing mirror.
’Am I gaining weight?’ he wondered, letting his eyes scan over his body.
Charles stood completely naked, but he didn’t seem to care.
Back when he lived alone, he had developed the habit of walking around his apartment without clothes whenever he felt too lazy to bother dressing.
It was a small comfort, a freedom he indulged in without a second thought.
Currently...
As Charles’s eyes kept roaming around his reflection, he bit his lower lips and then he made his way towards the bed.
Charles lay on the bed with his head facing the ceiling while his legs and hands were spread wide open.
He seemed like a starfish.
’Is Augustine really that attractive to the extent that the first sex dream I ever had was about him?’ Charles thought while frowning.
He hates the idea of having a sex dream about a guy.
Besides, when Charles was dating Anna, he never once had a sex dream about her, despite imagining a future where they grew old together.
He had envisioned a quiet life in the countryside, where they would manage a small farm, sitting side by side on the soft green grass, watching the sun dip below the horizon.
It was a peaceful, simple and steady dream.
’I thought she loved me.’ Charles mused to himself as he let out a loud sigh.
Charles grabbed the blanket from the bed and swiftly wrapped it around himself, as if shielding himself from his own thoughts.
With a deep breath, he forced himself to push aside the lingering questions and uncertainties, determined that at least for now, he won’t ponder about anything.
Unfortunately...
Some seconds later, Charles began to think about Augustine and about the words he said while they were both standing in the kitchen.
’Do I like Augustine?’
The question hung in the air as he fluttered his eyelashes. ’And why is Augustine butt so damn sexy?’
Charles quickly shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thought, but the image remained stubbornly vivid in his mind.
His cheeks burned even hotter as he recalled how effortlessly Augustine had let the towel slip, revealing smooth, fair skin that seemed almost unreal.
’Damn it,’ Charles groaned inwardly, burying his face into the pillow. ’Why am I even thinking about this?’
’Fuck! His ass was fucking big and attractive.’ Charles purred within himself as his lips curved into a smile.
He instantly began to feel butterflies within his stomach and his entire body felt extremely hot.
He could feel his dick harden just by thinking about Augustine.
Ever so slowly, Charles placed his left hand on his cheek, caressing it gently while his right hand rested above his chest.
At first, the finger of his right hand roamed across his skin, tracing idle patterns before eventually finding his nipple with his index finger.
As the vivid image of Augustine’s ass replayed in Charles’s mind, he pinched his nipple with his index finger, a sharp wave of pleasure coursing through him as his back instinctively arched.
His eyes fluttered shut, lips parting with a quiet sigh.
Slowly, Charles began to pull his nipples upward, while his right hand made their way towards Charles’s lips.
Charles’s thumb traced over his dry lips before slipping past them, gliding against the warmth of his tongue.
His lips parted open, inviting more of his fingers inside, and his tongue eagerly swirled around them, wetting each digit.
"Arrgh!"
A quiet moan rumbled in Charles throat as he gently sucked his fingers, savoring the sensation while his other hand continued to tease his sensitive nipple, sending shivers down his spine.
And then, Charles pushed his finger deep inside his mouth, almost as if it was about to touch his throat.
Meanwhile, during all the time that his tongue was roaming around his fingers, the right hand of Charles let go of his nipples.
Slowly, it roamed downward until it got to Charles’s torso.
Charles paused for a moment, inhaling deeply before withdrawing his fingers from his mouth. Without hesitation, Charles slid his hand beneath the blanket, his fingers trailing down his body until they wrapped around his erected dick.
Charles grabbed his dick with his moist finger, tightening his grips around it as he slowly began to move his hands up and down in a slow rapid manner.
His right hand which was placed on his torso dived beneath his big balls.
Aggressively, Charles squeeze his balls as he increased the pace on his dick.
"FUCK!" Charles hissed in pleasure.
Charles’s eyes remained shut, rolling back slightly as waves of pleasure coursed through him, making him feel as if he were floating on air.
His lips trembled before he bit down on his lower lip, suppressing the moans threatening to escape. Charles hand continued its slow, torturous strokes, each movement making his dick throb, growing harder with every passing second.
"Arrrrrrgh!" Charles cried in complete pleasure.
The heat pooling in his core intensified, sending shivers down his spine as he surrendered to the blissful sensation.
"Arrgh... fuck," Charles growled between moans, his grip tightening around his balls as his mind wandered back to the irresistible sight of Augustine’s ass.
The mere memory of its softness, the way it curved so perfectly, sent a surge of heat through his body.
His breaths grew ragged, and his strokes became more desperate, chasing the pleasure that Augustine’s image ignited within him.
The more Charles’s pace on his dick increases, the more he bites into his lower lips, loud moans escaping his mouth as he feels his sexual pleasure rising.
And then, as his right-hand stroke his dick for the last time, thick liquid suddenly jolts out of his dick.
"August... fuck Augustine." Charles moaned as he heavily breath out.
His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm as he opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling but just as he was beginning to steady his breath, a soft chuckle echoed from the doorway.
Charles entire body tensed, heat rushing to his face as his head snapped toward the source of the sound.
’Who could that be?’