Augustine gasped, his eyes widening as he stared at Charles in stunned silence.
What the hell has gotten into him? he wondered, the question echoing in his mind.
Augustine drew in a deep, steadying breath before finally finding the strength to speak.
His voice came out low and unsure, "Do you seriously want me to make love to you?"
Charles turned around to fully face Augustine, his gaze steady and intense.
He nodded slowly. "Is that weird?"
Augustine let out a soft scoff, shaking his head with a teasing smile. "It's not weird, Pookie," he purred, voice dripping with warmth, "but I think we should savor this… take things slowly."
He paused, eyes flicking to Charles's lips before lifting his hand and gently placing thumb over them.
Augustine's thumb caressed Charles's lips in a slow, sensual stroke before he continued, his voice low and intimate. "If I'm being honest with you right now, all I want is to make love to you."
