"Babe," Charles called out in a low, sultry voice, the kind that made Augustine's knees weak. "Stop teasing me and come sit next to me."
Augustine smirked, biting his lower lip. "But I want to know how you taste," he purred, his voice dripping with desire. "And I want you to fuck my mouth real hard… make me your good boy—only yours—"
"Come on, Augustine. That's enough," Charles interrupted coolly, his tone sharp but undeniably tempting. "I said come sit next to me," he added, his gaze dark and commanding.
Augustine nodded and obeyed without question, settling beside Charles on the edge of the bed, their thighs brushing, skin barely touching—but enough to spark heat between them.
Charles shifted slightly, his fingers fidgeting on his lap. "Umm… I… I feel shy," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper, eyes glued to the floor as if looking into Augustine's face might set his whole body ablaze. "And I feel weird after what we did in the bathroom."
