CHAPTER 184: MAKE LOVE TO ME, BABE.

After their slow, intoxicating dance at the restaurant, Augustine settled the bill and quietly led Charles out, his hand never once letting go.

The night air kissed their skin as they made their way to the car, a thick tension simmering between them.

The drive home was steeped in silence, not from discomfort, but desire—raw, pulsing, and undeniable. Charles sat still, eyes fixed on the road, though his mind wandered far from it.

He wanted to kiss Augustine, to feel his warmth completely.

Charles craved the taste of Augustine, the weight of his touch, the fullness of surrendering to him entirely.

Despite the overwhelming desire clouding Charles mind, he tried to steady himself, biting down on his lower lip as he stared out the car window, the city lights blurring past like streaks of temptation.

Unbeknownst to him, Augustine was battling his own storm.

Though Augustine’s hands stayed firm on the wheel and his gaze locked on the road, his thoughts were anything but calm.

The silence between them was thick and begging to be broken.

Augustine felt horny but he doesn’t want to do or say anything that would upset or offend Charles in any way.

Exhaled!

As Augustine pulled into the driveway of his mansion, the gates slid open with practiced ease, welcoming them into the quiet luxury of his compound.

He parked the car neatly inside the garage, then stepped out, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor.

With a gentleman’s grace, Augustine moved around to open the door for Charles.

Charles stepped out slowly, his heart pounding louder than his shoes on the concrete.

Augustine closed the car door behind him with a soft thud.

"Umm... I think I’m feeling sleepy," Charles stammered, his eyes fixed on the ground, too flustered to meet Augustine’s gaze.

Augustine nodded, stretching a hand to the back of his neck as his fingers lazily scratched at his own skin. "Mmm... I’m also feeling the same way," he purred, voice thick with subtle tension, before turning to lead the way.

Charles followed quietly behind, his eyes lingering on the broad line of Augustine’s back beneath his suit.

When Augustine reached the door of the sitting room, he pushed it open with ease, stepping aside just enough for Charles to slip in—his presence close, his scent lingering, making the air between them thrum with something unspoken.

Charles shut the sitting room door gently, the soft click echoing in the quiet room.

He slipped off his shoes, toes sinking into the cold tiles as he drew in a deep, steadying breath.

"Augustine," Charles called, his voice low but clear.

Augustine turned slowly, his gaze landing on Charles with a deep curiosity and likewise a huge expectant.

"Do you have something to tell..."

"I have something to tell..."

Both Augustine and Charles opened their mouths at the same time, only for their words to collide and trail off awkwardly.

"Umm, pookie... you go first," Augustine whispered, scratching the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle.

Charles gave a hesitant nod. "Well... hmm..."

His voice faltered again, the tension building as his teeth sank into his lower lip, eyes locked on Augustine with a hunger he could no longer hide.

"I want to," Charles finally breathed, voice low and trembling with restrained desire.

Just that simple words of Charles, Augustine was able to grab the context of Charles phrase.

Without hesitation, Charles closed the distance between them and leapt into Augustine’s arms with urgency.

His hands cupped Augustine’s cheeks while his legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

Augustine responded instinctively, gripping Charles’s butt firmly to support him, holding him up as their bodies pressed tightly together.

Charles tilted his head to the side, sealing Augustine’s lips with a warm, breath-stealing kiss.

Augustine mirrored the movement, tilting his head towards the side, deepening their connection as their lips moved in sync.

Charles sucked gently on Augustine’s lower lip before slipping his tongue into his mouth—slowly, teasingly—only to pull away just as it had ventured halfway in.

His eyes smoldered with unspoken desire as he paused, leaving Augustine wanting more.

Charles tried to catch his breath as he admire the lips of Augustine which was already moist with saliva.

Slowly, Augustine began to take steady, measured steps toward the kitchen, carrying Charles effortlessly in his arms.

Charles sealed the lips of Augustine once more, bitting onto his upper lips as he sucked it, prompting a ’Mmm,’ sound of moan to rolled out of Augustines mouth.

As he tries walking over to the kitchen, he almost stumbled on the sitting room and that prompted Charles to lean away from the kiss, his breath warm as he wrapped his arms tightly around Augustine’s neck, a playful smile spreading across his flushed face.

"I want to make love to you Augustine wales." Charles purred with utter boldness as his words sounded extremely seductive and erotic to the ears of Augustine.

Augustine swallowed hard, the tension thick in the air as he gently placed Charles atop the cool marble of the kitchen island.

Without hesitation, Charles wrapped his legs tightly around Augustine’s waist, locking him in and pulling him more closer, their faces just inches apart, breaths mingling with raw anticipation.

"Make love to me, babe." Charles pleaded, his eyes filled with lust and desire.

Augustine nodded slowly, his fingers lingering at Charles’ waist before drifting up to rest lightly against Charles chest. "Are you sure about this, Pookie?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper, though the question itself was filled with unspoken desire.

Deep down, Augustine hoped for a solid, undeniable "Yes," that would make all his doubts vanish in the heat of the moment.

Just as Augustine had hoped, Charles replied with a nod that indicates that he was sure about his previous statement.

Once more, Augustine swallow hard, the movement visible in his throat. "I promise to be gentle," Augustine whispered seductively, his lips grazing the delicate skin of Charles’ neck.

He pressed his mouth against the side of Charles’ neck, sealing his promise with a tender kiss that sent shivers down Charles’ spine.

Charles tilted his head to one side, his eyes slipping shut as his fingers clenched against Augustine’s neck.

Augustine sucked into the skin of Charles and as he pulled away with his teeth grazing lightly against Charles’ skin, it leave a tingling, blissful sensation that sent Charles’ mind reeling.

The intimate touch made Charles feel like he was floating in a heavenly cloud, his body throbbing with desire as Augustine teased and tantalized him with his sensual pleasure.

Augustine’s tongue slipped from his mouth, the warm, wet flesh gliding over the delicate area where he had just bitten Charles.

The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through Charles’ body, a soft, delicate moan spilling from his lips.

"Mmm..." Charles moaned, his body quivering with desire as Augustine’s tongue continued to tease and torment Charles, leaving him breathless and aching for more.

As Augustine’s tongue continued to roam around around Charles skin in a teasing yet sensational manner, his hands which were above the chest of Charles made their way inbetween Charles legs.

Augustine could feel the hard cock of Charles that was begging for his attention so ever so slowly, he uses his right hand to give the dick of Charles a gentle squeeze.

"Ahh..." Charles gasped, unable to hold his moan. His back arched, and he let out a breathless moan, lost in the sensation. "F... fuck,"

Augustine’s tongue retreated back into his mouth, his hand moving to the waistband of Charles’ trousers.

His dexterous fingers worked the buttons with practiced ease, while planting a kiss on the chin of Charles. "Mmm," Augustine moaned inbetween seductive as he sucked onto Charles skin.

Soon, Charles’s trousers were unbuttoned, and Augustine slowly unzipped them.

His hands gripped the hem of Charles trouser, prompting Charles to lift his hips, allowing Augustine to slide the trousers down until they rested just above his knees.

Charles was wearing a white pant, and his hard cock could be seen from the tight fabric of his pant.

Augustine withdrew his lips from Charles’s chin, lifting his hands to grasp the hem of Charles’s blue turtleneck.

With a swift motion, he pulled it over Charles’s head, tossing the shirt carelessly to the ground.

Charles blush, bitting his lower lips as he stare at Augustine before slowly averting his gaze towards his pant where his eyes landed on his own throbbing members.

"You’re beautiful," Augustine murmured, "And I love you so much, pookie," Augustine purred, his voice rich with emotion as he gazed into Charles’ eyes.

Following his words, he sealed the lips of Charles, this time more passionately, his head tilting to the side as Charles’ legs wrapped around his waist.

Charles responded to the kiss, tilting his head towards the opposite direction as he felt butterflies all over his stomach.

The head of Charles felt like if they were about to explode with desire but Charles still crave for more.

"Mnnn," Charles moaned, his voice a husky rumble that reverberated deep in his chest as he surrendered to the passion of Augustine’s kiss.

The passionate kiss was a feverish dance of tongues, Charles’ body molding to Augustine’s as he lost himself in the rhythm of their embrace, a fire igniting in his veins that threatened to consume him.

And ever so slowly, Augustine swirled around with Charles wrapped around his embrace as he made his way upstairs to make love to his lover.

Warning...

Note: The following Chapter contains explicit mature content and is intended for readers aged 18 and above only.