CHAPTER 207: ICE TEASING.

"Are... are you serious?" Charles asked, his voice faltering as doubt crept in. He couldn’t shake the fear that Augustine was playing some cruel game with his feelings.

To his utter shock, Augustine gave a slow, deliberate nod. His gaze didn’t waver.

"I want us to make out," he said, voice low and heated. "But only if you’re game."

"Game?" Charles scoffed, arching a brow with a sarcastic roll of his eyes. "Babe, I’ve been practically begging you to sleep with me since forever, and now you decide to bring it up?"

Charles lips curled into a wicked smile as he stepped closer, voice dipping into a sultry purr.

"So to answer your question—hell yes. I’d love to make love to you."

Augustine’s cheeks flushed a deep, crimson red as he bit down gently on his lower lip, eyes flickering shyly. "I love you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, the blush intensifying with every passing second.

Charles’s smile widened as he nodded slowly, his gaze warm and full of affection. "I love you too, Augustine Wales. Every damn thing about you. And I’m so damn glad I fell for you."

Augustine gasped as he slightly opened his mouth, trying to comprehend the words of Charles.

Before he could even bring himself to utter any words out of his mouth, Charles lean his lips more closer as he sealed the lips of Augustine with a warm kiss while tilting his head towards the side as he shut his eyes.

Augustine, caught in a trancelike daze, felt his eyes flutter shut on their own as he instinctively tilted his head, mirroring Charles’s angle.

Augustine’s lips parted ever so slightly, silently inviting him in—and Charles accepted the invitation with a deep, eager hunger, capturing Augustine’s lower lip and sucking on it with delicious intent.

As Charles nipple the lower lips of Augustine, he just couldn’t help himself to let a moan escape his lips in absolute pleasure.

"Hmm,"

Augustine could still taste the faint trace of the chicken Charles had eaten earlier, but what really drove him wild was the unexpected sweetness lingering on Charles’s lips, intoxicating, addictive, and maddening all at once.

Just as Augustine was about to match the rhythm of Charles’s kiss, to pour every ounce of longing into it, Charles suddenly pulled back.

His eyes opened slowly, leaving Augustine breathless and aching for more.

"Hey," Charles purred seductively, his voice a velvety whisper that stirred something deep in Augustine’s chest.

The sound coaxed Augustine’s eyes open, drawing his gaze to the smoldering gaze of Charles who was still trying to catch his breath.

The weight of Charles on Augustine’s arm begin to make him numb. Augustine shifted slightly, lifting Charles just enough to ease the pressure.

"You can lay me out on the kitchen island," Charles suggested, a sly grin tugging at his lips which was despite the fact that Augustine hadn’t uttered a single word of protest.

"Sure thing, baby boy," Augustine whispered under his breath, his voice thick with desire as he turned and made his way toward the kitchen island.

With deliberate care, Augustine set Charles down on the cool tiled surface, his hands slowly loosening around Charles’s waist—reluctant to let go but savoring every second of contact.

Silence...

For some split seconds, neither of them utter any words out of their mouth as they stare at each other in complete silence, allowing their heartbeat to synchronise with each other.

"Pookie," Augustine called out, breaking the weird silence as he called out the pet name of Charles.

"Falling in love with you makes me the luckiest man in the entire universe," Augustine purred, his voice low and full of emotion.

Charles nodded, heart racing, completely in sync with every word. "And I’m still the luckiest man on earth for having someone like you, Augustine," Charles murmured, his gaze burning. "You make me feel whole."

Then, slowly, he dragged his tongue across his lips... teasing and inviting.

Augustine scoffed softly, leaning back with a smirk tugging at his lips. "Hold on," he whispered, turning away as he strode toward the refrigerator.

Earlier, when he’d been putting away the meal Charles’s parents had sent over, he’d tucked a glass of water onto the top shelf—just in case.

Now, his lips curved into an amusing smile because the glass of water inside the refrigerator would be put into great use.

As Augustine opened the fridge, he pulled out the glass cup, its contents now frozen solid.

Without missing a beat, Augustine crossed the kitchen to grab a spoon, then turned on the tap water from his kitchen sink.

Charles watched in quiet curiosity as Augustine poured just enough warm water over the glass, then began tapping and scraping at the ice with the spoon, breaking it into smaller, jagged pieces.

A minute later, Augustine finally accomplished his mission. He poured out the warm water from the cup, leaving behind a perfectly crushed ice.

Turning back, Augustine made his way to Charles whose gaze hadn’t left him for a second, eyes dark with anticipation.

"You’ve been a good boy lately," Augustine whispered, his voice dipping into a low, seductive hum.

He stepped more closer to Charles, the glass cup place on one hand as he proceed in giving Charles an order. "Now, take off your bathrobe... so I can give you the reward you’ve been craving."

Charles gulped his saliva in nervousness. "I... I’m not wearing anything beneath."

Augustine smirk grew more wider. "Ohh, that’s so much fun." He purred, bitting onto his lower lips while winking his eyes at Charles.

"Yeah," Charles agreed with the words of Augustine. "So... should I take them off?" Charles teased, voice laced with playful mischief. "Or can you maybe give me my reward while I’m still wearing them?"

Charles was completely naked and the only thing on his body was the white towel which was wrapped loosely around his waist, and he knew that slipping off the towel would be as easy as breathing.

Augustine lean closer to Charles chest while am smirking, his eyes drinking in every inch of Charles’s perfect body. "How about you just lie back... and trust me," Augustine whispered, voice thick with promise.

Charles lay back flat on the kitchen island, his eyes locked onto Augustine with unwavering intensity.

He held his breath, heart pounding in anticipation, as his chest rose and fell in a rhythmic manner because Charles was eager to see what his lover would do next.

Meanwhile...

Augustine inhaled deeply, and after a slow, steady exhale, he slid his fingers into the glass cup in his left hand, now resting beside Charles on the tiled surface of the kitchen island.

Then, with deliberate care, Augustine placed a few cubes of ice from his right hand onto each of Charles’s nipples.

The moment the cold ice touched Charles sensitive skin, Charles gasped his nipples hardened instantly, and a sharp jolt of electric pleasure surged through his entire body, making him arch his back slightly against the tiled surface beneath him.

"Fuck," Charles cursed beneath his breath.

The contrast of heat and ice sent a delicious shiver down his spine, his breath catching in his throat as he stared up at Augustine with wild, hungry eyes.

"You like that, don’t you?" Augustine purred seductive and Charles nod his head while still trying to hold his breath.

A slow, devilish smirk curled on Augustine’s lips as he brought the index finger of his right hand to rest gently above the ice cube sitting on Charles’s left nipple.

With seductive depth, Augustine began to swirl the ice in slow, deliberate circles.

"Argh,"

The ice melted into Charles skin, and the sensation sent waves of pleasure rippling through Charles’s chest, pulling a deep, raw groan from his lips.

Charles body writhed under Augustine’s touch and deep down, he began to crave for more, needing it like air.

"Ohh fuck pookie. Don’t hold it in... I want you to let your moan outloud." Augustine whispered seductively, lowering his face close to the nipple where his index fingers were placed upon.

"O... okay,"

Charles moaned softly, his voice barely audible because he was shy, yet he was deeply dripping with desire.

Leaning in, Augustine let his tongue swirl around Charles’s nipple, the cold ice still pressed at the centre.

"Ohh, fuck..."

The wet tongue of Augustine danced around the frozen cube which sent shudders through Charles’s body, coaxing another breathy moan from deep within him.

"Hmm... yeah... ahhh..."

Charles arched his back, body straining with pleasure as he instinctively reached for something—anything—to hold onto, but the cold, tiled surface offered no grip.

Instead, Charles hands found Augustine’s shoulders, clutching them tightly.

Augustine’s tongue, which had been swirling slowly around Charles’s nipple, suddenly halt.

Then, without warning, Augustine sank his teeth in Charles nipple, just enough to make Charles gasp and it made his toes curl and his grip tighten on Augustine’s shoulders.

"Ohh, fuck yes..." Charles moaned, his eyes shut as he arched his back upwards.