CHAPTER 195: HIDE OUR RELATIONSHIP FROM MY PARENTS.

Following Charles Donald’s hesitant nod, he drew in a deep, steady breath. "So... um, are you getting in the tub with me, or are you just planning to bathe me?"

Augustine’s lips curled into a devilish smirk, his eyes dark with intent. "Both," he purred confidently. "I plan on doing both—with you." His voice dripped with unfiltered boldness, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Charles fluttered his lashes, momentarily caught off guard by Augustine’s boldness, but a small smirk tugged at his lips as he gave a slight nod.

"Come and join me then," he purred, leaning back in the bathtub to make room.

Without hesitation, Augustine nodded, taking off his singlet, and tossed it effortlessly toward the laundry basket at the far end of the room, his gaze never once leaving Charles.

Still holding Charles’s gaze, Augustine hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and began sliding them down with slow, deliberate ease.

Charles fluttered his eyelashes, clearly trying to look away, but his eyes betrayed him—roaming back to Augustine with every breath, hungry and unblinking, as if bewitched by the unfolding sight.

Before Charles knew it, his gaze—meant to be fleeting—locked shamelessly onto Augustine’s dick, betraying every ounce of restraint he’d tried to summon.

Augustine’s smirk deepened, dripping with mischief, as he took off his shorts and tossed it toward the laundry basket.

The short missed, landing on the floor with a soft thud, but Augustine’s eyes never once left Charles.

Nevertheless, Augustine stepped into the bathtub, the warm water lapping at his skin as he slowly lowered himself in behind Charles.

"Pookie," he murmured, voice thick with warmth, "you know you can rest your body on mine, right?"

Charles gave a nervous nod, his cheeks flushed pink, and with hesitant grace, he leaned back—letting his bare skin press against Augustine’s chest.

Their bodies pressed together beneath the warm water, skin against skin, hearts echoing a quiet rhythm in the silence that enveloped them.

For several minutes, neither of them spoke—both lost in their own swirling thoughts, the silence thick with unspoken desires.

"Are... are we just going to sit here and not do anything?" Charles finally asked, his voice a breathy whisper that trembled just above the surface of the water.

"Pookie," Augustine purred, his voice low and teasing as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Charles’s ear. "Are you really expecting me to do something to you?"

Caught completely off guard, Charles choked on his own saliva.

He coughed harshly, his cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and desire as his body tensed against Augustine’s.

"Sorry," Augustine purred, pulling his lips away from Charles’s ear, his voice a soft, teasing whisper.

As Charles’s coughing slowly subsided, Augustine took a deep breath. "I love you, Charles."

The words slipped from Augustine’s lips, lingering in the air, and as they did, a shiver ran down Charles’s spine.

Goosebumps spread across his skin, and his heart began to race, each beat louder and faster as if responding to the depth of Augustine’s confession.

Augustine wrapped his arms around Charles’s waist, his lips brushing gently against the back of Charles’s hair. "I never imagined I’d fall in love so suddenly," Augustine murmured, his voice low and filled with sincerity. "But you... you’re like my little charm."

The words made Charles’s blush deepen, his heart fluttering in his chest.

He bit his lower lip, unable to resist a shy smile.

Slowly, Charles turned his head to the side, his eyes flickering up to meet Augustine’s. "I love you too, babe," Charles purred softly, the warmth of his confession filling the space between them. "Also..."

The words trailed off from Charles’ lips softly, his gaze shifting as he leaned away from Augustine’s warmth, turning around to take a proper look at his lover.

"There’s something I need to share with you," Charles murmured, a touch of vulnerability in his voice.

Augustine raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what might that be?"

Charles hesitated for a moment before continuing, his voice steady but tinged with emotion. "I’m an orphan, but I was raised by two incredible people who took me in as their own. It’s been months since I’ve seen them so... maybe we could visit them together?"

Augustine became silent, his expression contemplative, as if lost in thought.

Charles noticed the hesitation in Augustine’s eyes and it made him exhale a breath, rough and heavy. "How long do you plan on hiding our relationship?" Charles asked with tiled brows. "Do you want us to keep it as a secret from my parents?"

"Noo... Pookie, I’m not going to hide our relationship from those you consider your parents," Augustine reassured, his voice soft yet firm.

Charles frowned, his gaze piercing through Augustine. "I can read the expression on your face, babe," he said with a sigh, his tone tinged with a quiet frustration. "Augustine, no one knows that I like men. But since falling in love with you, I’ve started coming out slowly. I told Freda that I have a boyfriend, and she accepted me for who I am."

Charles paused for a moment, catching his breath before continuing. "My parents have always seen me as a straight guy, but now that it’s obvious I’m not... I plan on coming out of the closet with you by my side. Besides, when you confessed to your parents that you’re gay, I was right there beside you."

Augustine nodded, his hands that had been loosely draped around Charles’s waist slowly moving up to gently caress his chest.

"I... I act tough most of the time, but I’m always scared," he confessed, his voice softening. "I still haven’t come out to the public, and I really want to before any more scandals start flooding the internet."

Augustine breathed in, rolling his tongue inside his mouth for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "How about we go on a trip tomorrow to visit your parents?" he suggested, his voice low and earnest. "Besides, I want to boast to them that I met the most amazing lover in the entire world, and I’ll forever keep you by my side."

Charles blushed, his heart racing as he nodded. "Sounds good," he mumbled, leaning in and closing his eyes, sealing the lips of Augustine with a soft, tender kiss.

"Mmm..." Augustine’s breath hitched, his head tilting to the side as he closed his eyes, surrendering to the warmth of Charles’ lips.

The hands of Charles made their way over to Augustine cheeks, caressing it ever so tenderly that it sent a shiver of desire through Augustine’s body, his muscles tensing as he anticipated the pleasure to come.

Charles’ tongue flicked out of his lips before he claimed Augustine’s mouth, his tongue diving between Augustine’s parted lips in a passionate kiss.

Augustine’s lips met Charles’ with equal fervor, their mouths moving in a sensual dance as they tasted each other, the mingling of their saliva a heady mix of desire and longing.

This time around, Charles was the one in control of the kiss as his tongue began to swirl around the wet mouth of Augustine while the fingers of Charles caressed Augustine’s cheeks more intensely.

"Arrhh," Augustine moaned.

Slowly, Charles pulled away from the kiss as he slowly began to open his eyes and likewise Augustine.

"Perfect," Augustine murmured, his voice filled with sinful pleasure. "Now, turn around and straddle me, baby boy. Wrap your legs around my waist," he instructed, his hands guiding Charles’ hips as they repositioned themselves.

The heat and intensity of the questions made Charles feel compelled to Augustine words as he did as his lover have instructed.

Charles’ heart raced as he turned to face Augustine, his chest heaving with anticipation as he wrapped his legs around Augustine’s waist, his tight hole pressing against the tip of Augustine’s cock.

When the legs of Charles became wrapped around the waist of Augustine, Charles placed his hands on Augustine’s shoulder, their eyes fixed on each other as their naked body caressed that of each other.

Charles could feel the dick of Augustine beneath his own dick and he could tell that Augustine’s dick was as hard as rock and that alone made Charles to feel more aroused.

He was also hard and his breath was coming out in short rasp gasped.

Augustine’s lips curled into a playful smirk as he gazed up at Charles, the air between them electric with anticipation.

"Can you lift yourself up a bit, baby boy?" he asked, his voice low and sultry. "I promise I’ll be gentle with you..."

Charles’ body trembled as he complied, his muscles flexing as he rose slightly, the tip of Augustine’s cock grazing his sensitive opening.

Augustine use the initiative to grabbed his dick, his fingers wrapping around the base of his cock as he lifted himself up slightly, positioning his hardened 8.5 inches at the entrance of Charles’ hole.

With a low moan, Augustine’s hips surged forward, the thick length of his shaft sliding into Charles’ clenching passage in a single, irresistible thrust.

Warning...

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