CHAPTER 192: I WANT TO BE LICKED BY YOU.

"What... wait, does this mean you’re game?" Charles asked, eyes lighting up with excitement. "You want to—ohh, fuck yes, Pookie! I’ve got enough strength in me to go five more rounds," he declared breathlessly, grabbing Charles’s shoulders and gently flipping him onto his side.

Charles bit his lower lip to stifle a laugh as he watched Augustine groan and force himself out of bed.

With a fluid motion, Augustine hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, sliding them down to his knees—revealing his thick, throbbing cock already standing at full attention, aching for another round.

Charles blushed, quickly turning his face away as a shy smile crept onto his lips. "I was only teasing, babe," he purred, closing his eyes as the heat of embarrassment flushed through him.

"You... you’re sore?" Augustine asked, his voice laced with a hint of guilt and hesitation.

Charles gave a small nod in response, his cheeks still burning as he avoided Augustine’s gaze.

Sigh!

Augustine let out a heavy sigh, the sound echoing through the quiet room as he massaged his temple with slow, frustrated circles.

After a moment, he reached for his shorts and slid it back on, the fabric brushing against his heated skin.

He swallowed hard, a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck—he couldn’t believe how he had just acted.

"Umm..."

Augustine parted his lips to speak, but the words caught in his throat and vanished.

Without another glance, he turned toward the bedroom door and stepped out, his footsteps quiet against the floor.

Augustine headed straight for the kitchen, opening the refrigerator to retrieve the box of ice cream, the rich chocolate, and the small cake.

Then, with a swift reach, he grabbed the box of pizza resting atop the kitchen island, his movements silent but purposeful.

Exhaling!

Augustine exhaled as he stepped into the bedroom and there lay Charles Donald, curled beneath the blanket that was pulled all the way up to his neck, his entire body hidden under the covers.

Charles cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, the color blooming across his skin like fire.

His gaze, however, was unwavering—locked onto Augustine, who stood by the door with a devilish smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, mischief gleaming in his eyes.

"Pookie," Augustine called out in a low, velvety voice as he began to take slow, deliberate steps toward the bed.

"Hmm?" Charles purred in response, his throat tightening as he swallowed hard.

Augustine didn’t say another word. Not yet.

His eyes never left Charles’s as he closed the distance, the silence between them thick with tension.

When Augustine finally reached the bed, he sank down beside Charles, setting the box of pizza, chocolate, ice cream, and cake gently on the mattress—like offerings laid before a lover.

"I know this doesn’t really count as food—it’s all just junk," Augustine said softly, his voice laced with warmth, "but I still want you to have something before we go out for lunch."

Charles let out a gentle sigh, biting down on his upper lip as if trying to hide a shy smile.

Slowly, he let the blanket fall away from his body, revealing the soft flush on his skin.

Then, with a quiet breath, Charles pushed himself up into a seated position, his back resting against the headboard as he looked at Augustine with sleepy, grateful eyes.

"Pass me the bowl of ice cream. I think this is what I need right now."

Without hesitation, Augustine gave a small nod and reached for the bowl. "Here," he whispered, his voice low and affectionate as he gently placed it on Charles’s thigh.

Charles wasted no time. He popped the lid open with eager fingers and, catching the soft glint in Augustine’s gaze, grabbed a spoon from him.

With a swift motion, he dug in, the cold sweetness meeting his lips like a soft remedy to his lingering soreness.

Augustine watched in silence, eyes fixed on Charles as he devoured the ice cream like a starved beast, each bite making his cheeks puff slightly with cold delight.

"Should I order some solid food for you?" Augustine asked, his voice laced with concern.

His gaze softened as he studied Charles. "I’m not sure that ice cream alone can hold you up."

Swiftly, Charles shook his head, averting his gaze from the ice cream in his lap and locking eyes with Augustine. "Have you eaten?" he asked, his voice soft but curious.

Augustine shook his head, a slight frown appearing on his face.

"And why is that?" Charles pressed, one brow raised in question. "Don’t you want to eat? Or do you just not have an appetite?"

"Well, I do have an appetite, but the truth is, I forgot to eat breakfast because I was so busy trying to get all your scent into my nostrils," Augustine replied, his voice smooth and teasing.

"Hahahah," Charles chuckled, sarcastically rolling his eyes. "What the hell, Augustine?" He purred, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"What? I’m being honest," Augustine smirked, his tone light but sincere.

Charles nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips as he agreed with his lover’s words.

"Now that I’m awake, why don’t you at least have something?" he suggested, his voice warm and inviting. "Besides, this bowl of ice cream is too big for me to finish, so I won’t mind sharing. You’re welcome to join me in finishing it," Charles added with a playful glint in his eyes, clearly intending to share what Augustine had brought over for him.

Sigh!

"I’m not really a fan of junk food, so I don’t think I can join you," Augustine explained with a slight shrug. "But I was thinking of ordering something more filling for both of us, or we could even go to a nice restaurant and have a proper meal."

Charles scoffed playfully, rolling his eyes before turning his attention back to the bowl of ice cream.

He scooped a large spoonful and shoved it into his mouth, savoring the cold sweetness as he shot Augustine a teasing look.

"Stop making excuses, babe," Charles purred, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he scooped more ice cream.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he held the spoon up to Augustine’s lips, slowly stretching it closer. "Come on, take a bite," he teased, waiting for Augustine to give in.

Charles stared at Augustine, his long eyelashes fluttering seductively as he leaned in closer.

"So, babe," Charles purred, "are you really telling me you won’t have a bite of this ice cream, even though I’m the one feeding you?"

Augustine’s throat tightened, his breath hitching at the temptation in Charles’ voice.

He swallowed hard, fumbling with his words. "I... I don’t know," he stammered, a flush creeping up his neck.

Augustine shifted uncomfortably, massaging the back of his neck while his other hand reached for the pizza box, trying to distract himself.

"Just eat," Augustine whispered, his voice low and teasing. "You don’t have to worry about me. Besides, I can’t handle things that are too damn sweet."

Charles smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief as he pulled the spoon away from Augustine’s lips.

He brought it to his own, savoring the cool sweetness. "So, are you really telling me you won’t even consider eating from the bowl of ice cream, even though I want you to share it with me?"

Augustine swallowed hard again, the motion of his throat betraying his hesitation.

His gaze flickered between Charles’ lips and the spoon in his hand.

Charles scoffed, scooping another ice cream as he rubbed the spoon of ice cream over his lips, then fluttered his long lashes at Augustine.

His lips formed a playful, seductive pout. "So you won’t lick me just because I’m stained with ice cream?" he teased, his voice dripping with mischief.

Silence...

Augustine’s heart raced as he searched for the right words, his mind clouded by the allure of Charles’ playful tone.

He sat frozen for a moment, his fingers nervously rubbing the back of his neck, his breath coming in shallow bursts.

Charles, deepened the temptation, leaning in more closer, his breath warm against Augustine’s skin.

With a sultry smile, Charles fluttered his lashes again, his lips glistening with the remnants of ice cream. "Won’t you lick me, babe?" he whispered, his voice soft but teasing. "So just because my lips are stained with sweetness... you won’t handle it?"

"Pookie... it’s not like that," Augustine purred, his voice tinged with nervousness.

Charles scoffed, a seductive smirk playing on his lips. "Are you sure it’s not like that?" He questioned, his voice lowering. "Besides, I want you to lick me, babe. I want to feel your touch, to be licked by you."

The words hit Augustine like a jolt of electricity.

All control slipped away as his self-restraint crumbled.

Without a second thought, he grabbed Charles’ face, pulling him in with a fierce urgency.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, igniting a spark of undeniable passion between them.