CHAPTER 209: I LIKE IT WHEN YOU TALK DIRTY, CHARLES.

Augustine bobbed his head up and down, saliva spilling from the corners of his mouth as he let Charles fuck his throat with reckless desperation. Each movement sent Charles deeper, harder, and Augustine welcomed it—eyes glistening, throat tightening, tears slipping down his cheeks from the overwhelming fullness.

"Shit..." Charles hissed, fingers tightening in Augustine’s hair so fiercely it felt like he might rip the strands out. "I... I’m so close, Augustine... don’t stop... please don’t stop..."

Those desperate words only spurred Augustine on. He quickened his pace, taking Charles deeper, and within seconds, Charles groaned loud and hard as his pre-cum spilled into Augustine’s mouth.

"Yeah..." Augustine muttered through clenched lips, swallowing around him.

A moment later, Augustine slowly pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting him to Charles’s cock. He licked his lips, eyes half-lidded, savoring the taste. Without breaking eye contact, he swallowed everything in one smooth gulp.

"Fuck..." Charles moaned, still trembling, his cock twitching as more pre-cum slid from the tip.

They were quiet for a few heavy seconds, both catching their breath. Then, slowly, Augustine brought his finger to the corner of his mouth, wiping away a streak of cum before sucking the digit into his mouth with a smirk.

"You taste so good," he purred, eyes dancing with mischief.

Charles flushed pink, his voice barely above a whisper. "Th...thanks."

"You ready, baby boy?" Augustine asked, voice low and velvet-smooth.

Charles nodded quickly.

"Say it." Augustine leaned in, his hands sliding across Charles’s firm chest, fingers grazing his nipples. "I want to hear exactly what you want me to do to you."

Charles groaned, gripping Augustine’s hair again, his breath shaky. "I... I want you to fuck me, Augustine. I want you to ruin me. Do sinful things to me... please."

A dark smirk curled on Augustine’s lips. "God, I love when you talk like that," he growled, circling the kitchen island like a predator. "It fucking turns me on."

He paused, standing just beside Charles’s head.

"I want to pin you to the wall," he said bluntly.

Charles swallowed thickly but didn’t object. He just nodded, giving himself over completely.

Augustine leaned in and pressed his lips to Charles’s, parting them with his tongue and slipping it inside, slow and possessive. A low breath escaped him as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, one hand cupping Charles’s cheek, the other stroking down his chest.

Charles moaned into his mouth, opening wider, letting Augustine taste him fully. In that moment, he imagined that tongue sliding somewhere much deeper—and the thought alone made his toes curl.

The salty trace of his own release still lingered on Augustine’s tongue, and Charles could barely hold back another moan.

"Arrgh! Fuck..."

Slowly, Augustine swirled his tongue in teasing circles over Charles’s lips, savoring the way his lover trembled beneath him.

Charles, aching for more, cupped Augustine’s cheeks, trying to pull him more closer.

The kiss was intoxicating, but it wasn’t enough. Charles wanted Augustine’s tongue buried so deep inside his mouth it nearly touched his throat.

"Mmm..." Augustine moaned, reluctantly pulling back.

Charles exhaled a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling as he slowly opened his eyes.

"I love you, Charles," Augustine whispered, dragging his tongue once more across Charles’s lips, sending a fresh wave of butterflies through his stomach.

"I love you too, Augustine," Charles replied in a hushed voice, lips still tingling from Augustine’s touch.

Augustine licked him again, slow and sensual, as if tasting something sweet. Then he pulled away to catch his breath, lips glistening.

For a moment, silence settled between them, broken only by the thud of their hearts.

Their eyes locked in that charged pause, and neither dared to look away.

"I want you to do something for me," Augustine said softly, reaching for Charles’s hand.

Charles sat up, curious and breathless, letting Augustine guide him off the kitchen island.

As he stood, a bead of precum dripped from his cock, landing silently on the tile.

"I want you to please me, Pookie," Augustine murmured. "I want you to make me feel good." Augustine added while smiling, but his tone made it clear this was more than a request. It was a need.

Charles nodded, voice low and sultry. "With pleasure, babe."

He slipped his hand from Augustine’s grip, placed both palms on Augustine’s shoulders as he closed the small space between the both of them, smirking.

"I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll forget your own name," Charles purred, confident and full of heat.

Augustine let out a soft laugh, his eyes gleaming. "Mmm... I can’t wait."

Ever so slowly, and in a delicate manner, Augustine held his breath as Charles’s hands explored the soft fabric of his shirt.

Augustine bit down on his lower lip, stifling a moan. He wanted to savor every second of the teasing—every brush, every lingering touch.

"If you can make me moan without losing control," Augustine murmured, voice low and sultry, "I’ll give you anything you ask for."

"Whoa," Charles purred, a playful smirk spreading across his face. "Challenge accepted."

A soft scoff escaped Augustine’s lips, his chest rising with anticipation as Charles continued.

Charles’s fingers slid slowly from Augustine’s chest to his waist, then slipped beneath the hem of his shirt.

Augustine shivered at the contact, heat pooling low in his stomach.

"I thought you were going to undress me—"

"Shhhh," Charles whispered, withdrawing one hand from beneath Augustine’s shirt just to press his index finger gently against Augustine’s lips.

"Don’t distract me while I’m taking care of business."

Augustine’s teeth sank deeper into his lip, trying to stay composed—but Charles’s touch was making that nearly impossible.

There was something so intimate, so captivating, about the way Charles moved.

Once he sensed Augustine had settled, Charles dropped his hand from his lips and slipped it back under his shirt.

He paused with his palm flat against Augustine’s stomach, unmoving for a full minute—just letting the tension build.

Then, he began tracing slow, lazy circles with the tip of his index finger.

"Hmm... hmm..." Augustine cleared his throat, struggling to hold in the moan clawing at the back of his throat.

Charles scoffed under his breath. He hadn’t even started, and Augustine was already coming undone.

Smirking, Charles slid his hands higher, inch by inch, until they reached Augustine’s chest.

He paused, then leaned close and whispered, "I’m going to tease you the way you always do me."

Without warning, he flicked a thumb over Augustine’s nipple, pinching it a little bit aggressively, making Augustine’s nipples to instantly become hard.

"Uhh... mmh..."

Augustine clenched his jaw, the sound slipping out as more soft cough escaped his mouth. The cough was meant to be a moan.

"I love you, husband," Charles whispered, giving Augustine’s nipple another firm twist.

Before Augustine could respond, Charles pulled his hand away and began unbuttoning Augustine’s shirt with swift, deliberate movements.

Frozen.

Augustine stood still, his mind reeling as the word echoed in his head.

Did he just call me husband?

He blinked, wondering if he’d imagined it, if his craving heart had conjured it from thin air.

Charles smirked, sensing the shift.

He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Augustine’s ear, his breath warm and teasing against his skin.

"Husband," Charles purred again, savoring the word. "What do you want me to do to you, husband? Tell me how I can please you."

The heat of Charles’s voice against Augustine’s skin made Augustine’s toes curl. His eyes fluttered shut, breath catching in his throat.

Then, slowly, Charles leaned away.

His hands slid down Augustine’s sides, easing the shirt from his shoulders until it dropped soundlessly to the floor.

His gaze was locked on Augustine’s body, pupils dark and hungry.

Even with Augustine’s eyes shut, Augustine could feel the weight of that stare. It scorched him, sent sparks dancing along every nerve.

"I like how composed you are." Charles whispered with a teasing voice.

Charles’s right hand slipped beneath Augustine’s waistband, while his left expertly unfastened the button and tugged the zipper down.

Augustine’s trouser fell towards his feet—exposing his black tight boxer brief that shows the hardness of his dick.

Charles didn’t say a word as he turned around, his bare back pressing firmly against Augustine’s chest.

Without warning, he slammed his ass against Augustine’s throbbing cock, the contact sudden and deliberate.

"Mmm..." Augustine exhaled sharply, a low sound vibrating from his throat as he clenched his fists, fighting back the moan that threatened to escape.

But Charles wasn’t making it easy.

Charles began to move his hips in slow, circular motions. Grinding, teasing, tormenting.

Augustine’s breath hitched, his self-control hanging by a thread as he opened his eyes, fixing them on Charles’s every movement.

Then Charles stretched his hands backwards, placing a hand on each of his buttcheek and spreading himself open.

Charles was bold as he shamelessly exposed the tight, twitching entrance of his ass hole.

Augustine swallowed hard, a low growl bubbling in his chest.

Still watching him, Augustine let out a soft breath as he watches at how Charles slipped his right index finger into his mouth, coating it with thick saliva before dragging it out with a wet pop.

Then, slowly, Charles brought his finger towards his back and pressed it into his own hole, sinking the digit inside with a breathy moan.

"Fucccckk..." Augustine groaned, the sound raw and torn from deep in his chest.

His restraint crumbled in an instant, his body leaning forward as heat surged through his veins.