CHAPTER 187: YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, BABY BOY.

Charles bit down on his lower lip, nodding with a slow, heated gaze. "Come here, handsome," he purred, his voice dripping with invitation as he grab Augustine’s hand as he let his back sink into the bed.

Augustine straddled over him, caging Charles beneath his frame, their bodies perfectly aligned.

For a few charged seconds, their eyes locked—fierce, tender, hungry—speaking a language only lovers lost in desire could understand.

Augustine swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he slowly drew his tongue over his lips, savoring the lingering taste of Charles’s cum—rich, warm, unforgettable.

He licked deliberately, ensuring not a single drop was wasted, his eyes fluttering half-shut as he relished every trace.

Once Augustine was certain his lips were clean, he looked up and offered Charles a slow, sultry smile—warm, satisfied, and dripping with quiet pride.

"I love you, Charles," Augustine purred, his voice a silky caress as his intense gaze held Charles captive.

Charles smiled, his chest rising and falling a little faster, heart pounding as he nodded gently. "I love you too, Augustine," he whispered, his voice laced with desire and affection.

He swiftly let go of Augustine’s hands and cupped his chin, guiding his face closer until their lips met in a warm, lingering kiss.

"Arrgh..." a soft moan slipped from Charles as their mouths pressed together.

Tilting his head to the side, Charles slid his tongue out, letting it trace a slow, teasing path toward Augustine’s chin, savoring the connection between them.

"Ahh..." Charles gasped, unable to hold it back.

Augustine slipped his tongue out, trailing it along Charles’s like it was his favorite candy, savoring every inch with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Mmm..." Charles moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut as the sensation overwhelmed him.

Their tongues danced in a sensual rhythm, Augustine’s tongue swirling around Charles’s with a teasing hunger that made every breath feel heavier, every second more intoxicating.

Ever so slowly, Augustine caged Charles beneath him, his strong arms on either side of the bed inbetween Charles’s head.

Augustine dipped down and sucked Charles’s tongue deeply into his mouth, tasting him with desperate hunger.

"Arrrgh," Charles moaned, the sound muffled by their kiss.

Their breaths tangled, hot and uneven.

Augustine’s hands slipped into Charles’s hair, gripping gently as if anchoring himself to the moment, their connection growing deeper with every passing second.

"Hmm," Charles breath caught in a quiet moan.

Augustine dug his fingers deeper into Charles’s hair, massaging his scalp with slow, deliberate strokes as he continued to suck on his tongue with growing intensity.

"Mmm," a deep, throaty moan vibrated from Augustine’s chest, raw and hungry.

Gradually, Charles withdrew his tongue, lips tingling, and blinked his eyes open—only to find Augustine doing the same, their gazes locking once again in a silence that burned hotter than words ever could.

Their eyes locked, and for a full second, neither uttered a word—only the sound of their breathing filled the space between them.

Augustine smirked, a flicker of heat in his gaze, before lowering his head to press a soft, lingering kiss on Charles’s lips.

In response, Charles’s hand, which had been resting gently on Augustine’s cheek, slowly slid down onto the bed, his fingers curling into the sheets.

As Augustine leaned away from the brief kiss, he proceeded to kiss Charles’ chin.

Augustine lowered his body even more as he planted a kiss on Charles’ neck, sucking into the skin for a second.

As he pulled away, he leaned over to Charles’ nipple.

Without warning, Augustine opened his mouth and used his teeth to give Charles’ nipple a gentle bite.

"Ohh, fuck, fuck, yesssssss." Charles moaned, his eyes which was opened a while ago suddenly became shut as he tight his fist on the soft mattress.

The moan of Charles was like a delightful song to Augustine’s ears, and he loved the way Charles’ moans overpowered the soft music playing in the background.

The bedroom air was filled with their hunger for each other.

Augustine once more bit Charles’ nipple, and a loud cry of pleasure escaped Charles’ mouth as he arched his back in response. "F-fuck,"

Augustine’s tongue slid out of his mouth, tracing slow, deliberate circles around Charles’ hardened nipple, each motion teasing a soft gasp from Charles lips.

Augustine’s left hand crept up to the other nipple, fingers brushing lightly before delivering a sharp pinch.

Without warning, he squeezed both nipples, drawing a moan that echoed like a promise in the dimly lit room.

"Ahh!" Charles moaned.

Augustine’s lips curled into a sly smirk. "Baby boy... I love the sound of your moans," he purred.

Driven by the sweet music of Charles’ pleasure, Augustine sank his teeth gently into one nipple, tugging just enough to make Charles gasp. "Yesssss... fuck,"

At the same time, Augustine’s fingers rolled and pinched the other nipple, coaxing another needy moan from deep within Charles’ throat.

"Ohh... fuck." Charles cursed with a soft groan.

The pleasure was so intense, Charles could swear the room spun around him.

His eyes, already shut in bliss, rolled back as a shiver coursed through him.

"Should I fuck you?" Augustine whispered seductively, his voice thick with desire.

Charles nodded, breathless, unable to find his voice but needing nothing more.

"I want to hear you say what you want," Augustine purred, letting his lips leave Charles’s nipple and drift down to the smooth skin of his chest.

His tongue traced a slow, tantalizing line from the center of Charles’s chest to the dip of his belly button, where he paused.

Lifting his gaze, eyes dark with desire, Augustine smirked.

"What do you want me to do, baby boy?"

Charles swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling as he opened his eyes and lowered his gaze to meet Augustine’s intense gaze.

"I want you to fuck me," Charles said, voice low and thick with hunger—no hesitation, just raw, confident need burning in his tone.

"Your wish is my command, baby boy." Augustine purred with an hypnotic tone.

Warning...

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