CHAPTER 185: TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT.

As the bedroom door slid open, Augustine used the back of his foot to shut it behind him, each step he took pulling him deeper into the room’s dim glow.

Reaching the bed, Augustine gently laid Charles down, his touch careful but craving.

Without a word, he stepped back and walked over to the bedside table where a CD player rested, its presence quiet—waiting.

Augustine placed the string of the music player onto the CD, and within seconds, it began to spin softly, releasing a romantic melody that filled the room like warm silk.

The song, "I Think They Call This Love" by Elliot James Reay, drifted through the air, wrapping around them like a whispered confession.

The lyrics began to play...

They say, you know when you know

So let’s face it, you had me at hello

Hesitation never helps

How could this be anything, anything else?

When all I dream of is your eyes

All I long for is your touch

And, darlin’, something tells me that’s enough, mm

You can say that I’m a fool

And I don’t know very much

But I think they call this love

Augustine turned slowly, his eyes fixed on Charles as the music pulsed gently between them, setting the perfect tone for the night ahead.

As the low melodious song filled the room, Charles lifted his body from the bed, his senses instantly stirred by a subtle shift in the atmosphere.

Something felt different—intimate, deeper.

Charles eyes slowly scanned the room, and that’s when he noticed it.

Soft, flickering candlelight bathed the space in a golden hue. Each flame danced gently, casting romantic shadows along the walls.

The scent—warm, rich, and inviting—wrapped around him like a tender embrace.

Candles lined the bedside table, stood elegantly across the dressing table, glowed from corners of the floor, and flickered in places where Charles hadn’t even expected.

The room wasn’t just a room anymore. It was transformed... into a sanctuary of desire.

On the floor, rose petals had been carefully arranged into a heart-shaped design, each delicate bloom adding a touch of passion and intention to the tiled surface.

Charles blushed, his cheeks blooming a soft pink as he bit down on his lower lip, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes followed Augustine who now slowly making his way back toward the bed—his every step dripping with purpose.

Charles, whose head had been lifted from the bed, slowly let it sink into the soft mattress as he held his breath, eyes locked with intensity on Augustine.

With deliberate slowness, Augustine climbed onto the bed on all fours, his movements fluid and predatory as he caged Charles beneath him with his arms and legs.

Swallow... Charles swallow hard, fluttering his eyelashes in nervousness.

"Can I take off your panties?" Augustine asked, his voice low and warm.

Charles nodded without a second thought.

With care, Augustine placed his hands on the waistband, slowly peeling the fabric down Charles’s hips, his movements unhurried and reverent.

He slid them down until they bunched at the same spot with the black trouser of Charles which was just above Charles’s knees—leaving him exposed and breathless beneath Augustine’s gaze.

"Babe... take them all off." Charles whispered, and Augustine nod, doing as Charles had instructed of him.

Augustine stepped down from the bed, dragging Charles’s trousers the rest of the way off before tossing them carelessly to the floor.

Then, with a slower, more deliberate motion, he slid Charles’s pant down his legs.

But unlike before, Augustine didn’t toss Charles pant aside.

Instead, Augustine lifted it to his face, pressing the fabric against his nose.

He inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut as the intoxicating scent of Charles’s arousal drives him insane.

As the scent hit Augustine, a guttural moan escaped- "Mmm..."- Augustine moan, deep and raw, vibrating in his throat.

Charles’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he watched Augustine, his breath hitching in his throat.

Charles heart pounded violently in his chest as he ran his tongue slowly over his lips, then swallowed hard, trying to steady himself.

"Take off your shirt, Augustine," Charles said, his voice low, firm—almost commanding. "I want to admire your body." Charles added.

Augustine who was still dressed in his suit obeyed without hesitation.

With practiced ease, he stepped down from the bed, shrugged off the tailored jacket and let it fall to the floor.

Then, his fingers moved to the buttons of his long-sleeved inner shirt, undoing them one by one before slipping the fabric from his body and tossing it beside the discarded suit.

A moment later, Augustine’s eyes fluttered open, darker now with desire.

He climbed back onto the bed on all fours, positioning Charles legs at the middle of his legs as he cage Charles in with quiet dominance from the waist down.

Now, Augustine’s bare chest was fully exposed, his sculpted torso drawing Charles’s eyes like a magnet.

The sight alone was enough to make Charles grow even harder beneath him.

"Pookie," Augustine murmured in a low, heated voice, lowering his gaze to Charles’s dick, causing Charles to gasp softly, caught off guard by the intensity in Augustine’s eyes.

Augustine smirk in delight.

The throbbing members of Charles was the most beautiful and enticing cock Augustine had ever laid eyes on.

Charles’s erection stood proud at a perfect 6.5 inches, with a single thick vein running straight down the middle—adding to its raw appeal.

Just beneath it, a soft patch of brownish-black hair framed him in the most natural, seductive way.

Augustine’s gaze was drawn to the tantalizing sight of Charles’ balls, the silky skin glistening in the dim light.

Augustine’s eyes lingered on the tempting orbs, his breath quickening as his desire for Charles grew stronger with each passing moment.

"You are... you’re freaking sexy."Augustine purred, his voice a sultry rumble.

Charles’ body tensed as Augustine lowered his face closer to the cap of his dick.

Charles breath hitch in his throat as Augustine’s warm exhalation caressed the sensitive tip of his cock.

"F...uck!"

The sensation made Charles arch his back, a soft gasp escaping his lips as he felt the tremors of pleasure radiating through him.

A slow, seductive smile played across Augustine’s lips as his tongue dart out to wet his lips before sealing them around the sensitive tip of Charles’ cock.

As Augustine’s warm saliva glided over Charles’ length, Charles’ body tensed even more, his fingers curling into the mattress as his eyes slipped shut.

"Fuck..." Charles groaned, voice hoarse with desire.

The pressure of Augustine’s mouth and the slippery slide of his tongue against Charles’ cock sent a jolt of electricity through his body, the sensation overwhelming as Charles surrendered to the exquisite pleasure of Augustine’s oral skills.

Warning...

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