"I'm fine, Augustine Wales," Charles replied, his voice tender and warm. "I just… I never knew that seeing you naked would make me feel insecure about myself."
Augustine smiled softly, giving Charles' hand a reassuring squeeze. "Pookie, you shouldn't have felt that way," he said, his voice calm and soothing. "Besides, why would you feel insecure just because you saw me naked for the first time?"
Charles sniffed, moistening his lips before finally finding the courage to speak. "You're hot as hell, Augustine. Like, you literally took my breath away. And then… I got scared. Scared that maybe I wasn't able to give you the kind of blowjob you're used to. That maybe… you weren't satisfied with what I did, and maybe… maybe that would make me hate you, because you were rough and…" His voice trailed off, heavy with vulnerability.
"Pookie," Augustine purred, his voice low and laced with seductive warmth. "You shouldn't be filling that small, adorable head of yours with such thoughts."
