Chapter 111: Your wish is my command.
"Your wish is my command, Pookie," Augustine purred, his voice low and velvety as his arms tightened possessively around Charles’s waist.
Without another word, he effortlessly make his way towards the stairs as if Charles weighed nothing.
Each step Augustine took up the stairs was slow and deliberate.
Charles’s fingers instinctively clung to Augustine’s shirt, his heartbeat echoing loudly in his ears as their eyes stayed locked, the silence between them humming with anticipation.
Charles swallowed hard the gulped was visible in his throat. "I... I..."
Seeing the serious face of Augustine, Charles could tell that he had already put himself in great trouble.
’Gush! Why did I even utter such words out of my mouth?’ He questioned himself while recalling how sexually active Augustine has always been.
’Or could it be that I am going to lose my virginity today?’ Charles thought within himself and once more, he just couldn’t help but gulp hard.
As they reached the bedroom, Augustine kicked the door shut behind him with a soft thud, never loosening his grip on Charles.
In one fluid motion, he turned them both so Charles’s back pressed lightly against the door, caging him in.
Leaning in close, Augustine’s breath danced warmly against Charles’s skin as he whispered, voice dripping with a seductive edge, "I’ve been waiting for this moment all day."
The words sent a shiver down Charles’s spine.
His fingers clenched tightly at Augustine’s shirt, his knees feeling dangerously weak.
Without thinking, he bit into his upper lip, eyes flickering with nervous anticipation under Augustine’s intense gaze.
Augustine leaned in even closer, his breath hot against Charles’s neck.
Without rushing, he planted a soft, lingering kiss just below Charles’s ear, letting his lips trail down slowly until they found the sensitive spot at the curve of his neck.
There, he sucked gently, savoring the taste of Charles’s skin as he felt Charles tense and shiver beneath his touch.
After a few heated seconds, Augustine pulled away, his lips brushing teasingly against Charles’s ear as he whispered, voice low and smooth, "You have no idea how long I’ve craved to taste you like this."
As he pulled away, he deeply gazed at the amber eyes of Charles. "Can you see without your glasses?" He questioned and Charles nervously shook his head sideways.
"Good." He mumbled before leaning his lips towards Charles’s ear. "I want you to keep your glasses on so that you can perfectly see what I am about to do to you." He purred with a dangerous seductive voice.
Charles slightly opened his mouth as he gasped in surprise. "Hu...huh?" He purred but before he knew what was happening, Augustine sealed the opened mouth of Charles with a kiss as he sucked into his lower lip, grasping it ever so tenderly with his teeth, and once more he leaned away.
Charles closed his eyes, his breath hitching as he cupped Augustine’s face, fingertips tracing along his sharp jawline.
But this time, Charles didn’t wait—he leaned in, capturing Augustine’s lips in a kiss that was slow but undeniably hungry.
He tilted his head to the left, deepening the kiss, needing more.
In response, Augustine’s head instinctively tilted to the right, their mouths molding perfectly together.
Charles’s hands slipped from Augustine’s cheeks down to the nape of his neck, his fingers threading through the strands of Augustine’s hair as he pulled him impossibly closer.
Charles could faintly taste coffee in the lips of Augustine as he deepened the kiss.
There was a lingering sweetness on Augustine lips, mingled with the heat of his breath and the faintest hint of the cologne Augustine always wore.
It was dizzying, intoxicating, like tasting something forbidden yet familiar.
"Let go of me." Charles purred in between the kiss which prompted Augustine to slowly release his grip from around Charles’s waist.
And Charles stretched his feet until they were finally touching the ground.
And then, he leaned away from the kiss, shutting his eyes wide while his lips curved into an amusing smile. "Go and lie down on the bed." He ordered.
Augustine nodded his head promptly, rushing over to the bed as he lay above it with his gaze focused on Charles.
The amusing smirk on Charles’s lips became wide as he slowly walked over to the bed.
"Place your legs across each other." Charles spat with a commanding tone and once more, Augustine did as he was instructed.
He entwined his legs together as his gaze continued to become focused on Charles.
Slowly, Charles placed his hands on the bed before his knees followed suit.
He climbed the bed on four, caging Augustine’s legs in between his legs.
And then he sat down straight, his eyes lit up in amusement as he fixed his gaze on Augustine’s lips.
Without uttering any words out of his mouth, Charles sank lower, his teeth grazing the edge of Augustine’s lower lip, a teasing nip that sent a shiver down Augustine’s spine.
And ever so slowly, he began to roam his tongue around the lips of Augustine.
As Charles’ tongue explored the contours of Augustine’s mouth, a low moan rumbled in his throat. "I want you," Charles purred, giving Augustine’s lips a brief kiss before pulling away.
"I need you." Charles purred and once more, he pulled his tongue out of his mouth before roaming it around the lips of Augustine in a circular and teasing manner.
Slowly, Charles forced his tongue to part the lips of Augustine open, before winking his eyes as he allow his tongue to slide back inside his mouth.
Augustine’s eyes were locked on Charles, his breath shallow and ragged as his heart pounded against his chest.
Every nerve ending in his body was alive with desire, and he knew he was at Charles’ mercy, utterly enthralled by the sensuality of Charles touch.
Augustine was so aroused and he was at the same time thinking of what Charles would possibly do to him.
’Are we going to have sex? Or would it be lovemaking or better still, would... would Charles be naked in front of me?’
Different questions stir within Augustine’s head and the more the questions, the more he finds himself being at a loss for words.
’Inhaled!’
He inhaled deeply, giving his lips a gentle slam across each other before swallowing hard.
Meanwhile, Charles was still intensely staring at the face of Augustine and he could tell that Augustine was deeply questioning himself.
Charles flashed a playful smile before leaning his face more closer to that of Augustine.
His teeth grazing the tip of Augustine’s nose in a tender nip and as he leaned back, his gaze met Augustine’s, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable.
"You’re so beautiful when you’re aroused," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see more."
Charles fingers trailed down Augustine’s chest, teasing the buttons of his shirt as they went, his eyes never wavering from Augustine’s. "Let me undress you."
"H-huh?" Augustine stammered while holding his breath.
"What do you want me to do?" Charles questioned with a serious tone.
Nervously, Augustine fluttered his eyelashes before sniffing his nose. "I... I don’t mind if you do anything." He stammered but deep down, he wishes to tell Charles that he wants them to fuck.
He wishes to tell Charles that they should make love with each other.
But he held himself... scared that it would scare Charles.
’Besides, taking things slowly is for the best.’ He mused within himself while nodding his head to agree with himself.
"Augustine," Charles whispered, calling out his name as he left go of Augustine shirt which was halfway undone.
Charles left hand slowly began to make their way towards Augustine short. "Can I touch your monster?" He purred softly.
Augustine promptly nods his head. "Do whatever you wish, pookie."
"With pleasure."
Charles’ hand roamed lower, the tips of his fingers dancing across the waistband of Augustine’s shorts.
Even through the layers of fabric, Charles could feel the rigid hardness of Augustine’s member, the outline of his arousal straining against the constraints of his short.
With a feather-light touch, Charles teased the growing bulge, tracing the shape of Augustine’s cock through the fabric, delighting in the soft moans of pleasure that spilled from Augustine’s lips.
"Fuck!"
As the movement of Charles’s hand continued, Augustine shut his eyes and arched his back head as he held his breath while biting onto his lips.
Then, all of a sudden, Charles’s hand stilled, pausing for a breathless moment before descending in a swift, sharp smack to the tender flesh between Augustine’s legs.
Augustine’s body jerked with the sudden impact, a moan of surprised pleasure escaping from his parted lips as the pain melded with the pleasure, igniting a fire in his core.
His hands gripped the sheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to remain still.
"Arrhh,"
Charles smirked, the devilish gleam in his eyes betraying his enjoyment of Augustine’s reaction.
He pulled his hands towards Augustine’s shoulder as he cages him on the bed. "Is there anything like a dry hump blow job?" Charles asked.
"Ye... yeah there’s." Augustine purred out while stuttering.
"Then take off your shorts, give me anything that I can you in caging your hands." Charles spat with a serious tone that was still seductive to the ear of Augustine. "I want to feel your dick in my mouth while you are still in your boxer briefs." Charles purred, before winking his eyes at Augustine.
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