CHAPTER 164: YOU CAN GO ROUGH WITH ME.

Augustine’s lips curved into a warm smile as he bent slightly toward the floor. "Come, let me get you all cleaned up," he purred.

With a smooth motion, he rose from his squatting position and turned on the shower faucet.

Warm water cascaded down, streaming over Charles’s body as he remained on his knees beneath the spray, silent and breathless under Augustine’s gentle care.

"Pookie," Augustine called, his voice low and tender.

Charles blinked slowly, fluttering droplet of water from his lashes, his lips parted but silent.

With a soft sigh, Augustine dropped to a squat beside him again, slipping an arm around Charles’s waist as he helped him rise from the wet tiles.

Charles didn’t say a word—his silence said more than enough.

He simply let Augustine guide him under the shower’s cascade, warm water rushing over his skin like a balm.

Augustine’s hands moved slowly—reverently—gliding across Charles’s body, washing away the cum on Charles body.

Once Augustine was certain that Charles’s body was clean, he reached for a fresh white towel and handed it to him with a soft smile.

"Do you want to wipe yourself, or should I step outside so you can take off your clothes and clean up properly?" Augustine asked, his tone gentle but nervousness.

Charles swallowed hard, his throat tightening as his fingers clutched the towel. "Umm... step outside, please," he murmured, barely meeting Augustine’s eyes.

Augustine nodded without protest, the corners of his lips twitching with understanding as he turned and quietly grabbed another towel which he wrapped around his waist before proceeding to step out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Augustine had only helped Charles in cleaning the surface area of his body, but deep down, Augustine was well aware that Charles needed to wipe himself down there.

As the bathroom door closed softly behind Augustine, Charles couldn’t hold it in any longer—he exhaled loudly, the tension finally escaping his chest.

"What the hell just happened?" he blurted out, spinning around to face the bathroom mirror, his reflection just as flustered and breathless as he felt inside.

Charles skin was damp, his hair clung to his forehead, and his heart was still racing with the heat of everything that had just occurred.

Staring at his own reflection, he managed to catch a glimpse of cum just above his ear, glistening faintly under the bathroom light.

Charles scoffed, running a shaky hand through his wet strands. "Did... what... I just gave him a blow job!" he exclaimed inwardly, his heart skipping a beat as he fluttered his soaked eyelashes a few times.

Charles Donald was literally at lost for words.

Just moments ago, he had been bold—fearless even—kneeling before Augustine to give him a blow job.

But now, standing alone and staring at his flushed reflection in the mirror, the reality sank in.

The confidence had melted into a shy heat that bloomed in his cheeks and traveled all the way down to his toes.

Sigh!

Slowly, Charles swallowed hard, part of him flinching as he felt the lingering taste of cum still coating his tongue.

His lips parted slightly, his gaze locked on the fogged-up mirror.

"Fuck," Charles cursed beneath his breath, the word rolling out low and shaky.

The heat in Charles cheeks deepened as he realized some of Augustine’s thick release was still in his mouth, clinging stubbornly to the corners of his tongue.

He leaned forward, gripping the edge of the sink for balance.

"Where the hell did I gain such courage from?" he questioned himself, his voice barely above a whisper—half amused, half stunned—as the wild events of the last few minutes played over in his mind like a fever dream.

Exhaling!

Charles exhaled deeply, taking off the singlet and boxer briefs clinging to his damp skin.

He turned on the shower which roared to life, the hot water cascading down, washing away the remnants of his previous thoughts.

When done, Charles grabbed a plush white towel and bathrobe, slipping into the robe as it gently hugged his frame, then he reached for his glasses on the bathroom sink.

With a smooth, deliberate motion, Charles slid them on, the reflection of his face now sharp and clear.

Wrapping the towel around his neck, he stepped out of the bathroom.

Gasped!

Augustine stood just in front of the bathroom door with an awkward smile on his face. "Ar— Are you done?" He probed with his words trailing on after the other.

Charles nodded, his movements tinged with nervousness as he stepped out of the bathroom.

Augustine seized the opportunity, slipping inside as the door clicked shut behind him.

Left in the quiet, Charles slowly made his way to the bed, his steps deliberate but heavy.

Charles sat at the edge of the bed, his fingers lightly tracing the outline of his lips as if trying to ground himself.

His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief.

’What type of urge did I have to suddenly give Augustine wales a blowjob?’ Charles thought to himself, his brow furrowed. ’And how can a human dick be that big, wide and thick?’

The questions swirled, but no answers came. Only the echo of his own racing heartbeat seemed to fill the silence.

’Also, what if eventually I and Augustine decide to have sex? How on earth can he be able to fuck my tight ass with that? And... and does he need condom if he wants to dis-virgin my ass?’

Charles sigh, his brows knitted into a frown. ’Why did Augustine behave so wild a while ago? Do I need to behave in such manner if he eventually wants me to give me a blow job? Also, does this means I now have two pet names? He called me baby boy while he was fucking my mouth.’

Sigh!

Many questions flooded the mind of Charles Donald as he pondered on the possibility about how he would react if he and Augustine finally decides to do the deeds.

As Charles was still deep in thoughts, the bathroom door slowly opened and Augustine stepped out with a nervous smile attached to his lips.

Around his waist was towel.

Augustine slowly made his way over to the bedroom bed and there, he noticed that Charles was in a deep thought, oblivious of his presence.

Slowly, Augustine walked up to Charles front as he bent over to the bed, his hands resting on Charles legs.

The cool touch of Augustine’s fingers on Charles’s thigh snapped him out of his trance.

Charles blinked rapidly, his gaze lifting to meet Augustine’s.

His breath hitched slightly, heart racing as he tried to focus, the warmth from Augustine’s touch seeping through his skin.

"Y—You are done?" Charles spurred with his voice barely above a whisper.

Augustine nodded, his expression softening. "I... Pookie, I’m sorry if I was too rough earlier in the bathroom. But... well, I don’t mind if you want to also go rough with me." Augustine stated, his voice low and a little more vulnerable than usual.