CHAPTER 197: SELF CONTROL.

A soft chuckle escaped Charles’s lips as he slowly lowered his hands from Augustine’s neck and placed them on Augustine’s dick, which was still inside his ass hole.

Ever so slowly, Charles pulled Augustine’s dick out and let it dangle in the warm water of the bathtub."

"I... I have to bathe now," Charles purred, releasing Augustine’s dick from before rising from the bathtub.

Augustine remained silent, his eyes trailing after Charles as he moved toward the shower.

The way Charles walked... slow, tender, with a subtle wince in his steps, tugged at Augustine’s heart. He could tell Charles was sore, and the sight left a sting of guilt blooming deep inside his chest.

Charles swiftly turned on the shower faucet, allowing the warm water from the shower to cascade down from his hair and towards the rest part of his body.

Augustine swallow hard.

Just by watching Charles bathe, Augustine felt himself growing harder with each passing second, arousal tightening in his core.

Yet despite the fire stirring within him, he forced himself to stay composed.

He didn’t want to push Charles any further or make him feel more sore than he already was.

"Pookie... do you mind if I help you?" Augustine blurted, the words tumbling from his lips before he could even think twice.

Charles stepped out from under the cascading water, his fingers diving into his hair and pulling it slightly back. "I... I don’t think I need you to help me," he purred, his cheeks burning with a blush—because he’d definitely noticed how Augustine’s gaze was shamelessly fixed on his dick.

Augustine let out a heavy sigh as he stepped out of the bathtub, his wet skin glistening under the dim light, water trailing down his toned body while his dick dangled boldly between his thighs.

Each step toward Charles was slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving the man standing under the shower.

When Augustine finally closed the distance between them, he exhaled once more, his voice low and sincere.

"I’m sorry for making you feel sore," Augustine murmured, his gaze softening as his hand reached out to gently tuck a wet strand of hair behind Charles’s ear.

Charles blushed, a playful eye roll escaping him as he stepped back beneath the warm stream of the shower. "You don’t have to be sorry, babe," he whispered, his voice soft and drenched in affection.

Reaching for the liquid soap container he always used, Charles sighed. "I enjoyed every second of what happened," he added, casting Augustine a smirk over his shoulder. "I was already prepared for whatever came next... like the sore."

Exhale!

A deep exhale rolled from Augustine’s lips as he took the liquid soap container from Charles’s hand.

He squeezed a generous amount into his palm, rubbing his hands together slowly, letting the lather build between his fingers.

"I won’t act dirty," Augustine mumbled, his voice steady and low. "I won’t fuck you or do anything that’ll make you feel even more sore than you already are."

Augustine’s tone was firm, unwavering, and Charles instinctively nodded. "You promised, right?" he asked softly, his voice laced with both trust and uncertainty.

Augustine responded with a steady nod, his eyes never leaving Charles.

Then, with deliberate care, Augustine let his hands roam across Charles’s body in a gentle, delicate rhythm.

He started at Charles shoulders, fingertips pressing into the warm skin with featherlight strokes.

Slowly, Augustine’s hands moved down, gliding over Charles’s back as he lathered the liquid soap across it, his touch almost reverent—like Charles was something to be cherished.

Eventually, Augustine’s hands trailed down to Charles’s waistline, then paused—hesitant, lingering—as though silently asking for permission.

His fingers hovered there, his mind spinning with the weight of restraint, questioning if he could truly hold back or should his hands slip any lower.

Almost as if Charles could read Augustine’s thoughts, Charles turned to face him, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You promised not to do anything... right?" he whispered, eyes teasing yet trusting.

Augustine nod.

"Then you’re free to continue washing my back. I believe you can control yourself," Charles murmured, the corners of his lips twitching in a teasing smirk.

Augustine lowered his gaze from Charles’s face, eyes lingering shamelessly on Charles dick for a few seconds before he swallowed hard, the movement in his throat unmistakable.

"I... I have self-control," he said, his voice low and breathy. "So I promise not to act like a jerk."

With Augustine’s words lingering in the air, Charles closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, choosing silence over a reply.

That single breath was all the permission Augustine needed.

Taking it as a cue, Augustine let his soapy hands glide lower—fingertips brushing against Charles’s dick with slow, deliberate strokes.

His touch moved downward, caressing the sensitive curve of Charles’s balls, gentle yet intimate, as warm water streamed around them both.

It took every self restraint from Charles to composed himself and not do anything.

Eventually, after lathering every inch of Charles’s skin with his soapy touch, Augustine reached for the soft sponge.

With slow, purposeful movements, he ran it across Charles’s body, gliding over his chest, down his arms, and along his thighs.

Then, stepping aside just a little, Augustine let the warm cascade of water from the showerhead pour down from Charles’s hair, trailing over his neck and shoulders, washing his soppy body.

Exhale!

Augustine exhaled, his gaze softening as he grabbed a plush white towel, gently wrapping it around Charles’s wet body.

"Do you mind if we perhaps pay a visit to your parents today? I’m eager to meet them," he asked, his voice warm with curiosity.

"Umm... are yoy sure about that?" Charles inquired.

Augustine nodded warmly, his smile full of confidence. "I’m one hundred and one percent sure about visiting your parents," he purred, his voice smooth and coaxing. "Isn’t that going to be okay with you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Charles, waiting for his response.

Charles smirked, his lips curling into a playful expression as he nodded. "Sure, why not," he purred, his voice low and inviting, a spark of anticipation in his eyes. "I’m fine with your decision." Charles added.

Although... they were both unaware of what awaits them at the house of Charles parents.