CHAPTER 194: DON’T LIE TO YOURSELF, BABY BOY.

"Umm... I feel uncomfortable about our current discussion, so how about I help you take a nice warm bath?" Augustine offered, his voice gentle as he tried to steer the conversation away.

Charles scoffed, a sly smirk curving his lips. "Fine," he murmured, giving a brief nod. "I’ll let you pamper me, Mr. Loverboy."

"I’m still naked, so turn around while I put on some underwear."

"Huh? Pookie, I saw every inch of you last night—there’s nothing left to hide," Augustine said, smirking.

Charles rolled his eyes with a playful snarl. "Last night, I let myself be vulnerable in front of you, but right now, I just don’t feel like being seen naked."

The bold words of Charles pulled a low scoff from Augustine’s lips.

He shook his head, a teasing smirk curving the corner of his mouth as he rolled off the bed in one fluid motion. "How about I make a suggestion?" Augustine asked, voice laced with mischief.

Charles raised a brow, suspicion flickering in his eyes as he clutched the blanket tighter around his petite frame. "And what exactly is this suggestion you’re about to make?" he asked, though the slight twitch at the edge of his lips betrayed his curiosity.

"Well, I promise to keep my eyes shut tight, and I’ll try my absolute best not to sneak a glance," Augustine said, smirking devilishly. "But in exchange, you have to let me carry you to the bathroom—in my arms."

Charles’s jaw dropped as he gawked at him, a mix of shock and amusement dancing across his face.

"What the hell, Augustine!" he exclaimed with a smile tugging at his lips. "Why would you make such a ridiculous request when you know damn well you won’t keep your end of the bargain?"

Augustine drew in a deep breath and shoved his hands into his pockets as he stared at Charles. "I just want... I want to carry you like lovers do," he mumbled with a pout, sounding like a sulky child desperate for affection.

Charles scoffed, the corner of his lips twitching.

Augustine’s antics were annoyingly adorable—and dangerously cute.

"So tell me," Charles teased, raising a brow, "do you plan on carrying me after I’ve put on some underwear, or are you aiming to haul me into the bathroom while I’m still completely naked?"

"Umm..." Augustine purred, rolling his tongue over his lips while scuffing his feet against the floor.

His cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he kept his gaze trained on the ground. "I... I originally assumed I’d carry you to the bathroom after you’d worn your underwear but now..."

His voice trailed off as he slowly pulled his hands from his pockets and lifted his gaze to meet Charles’s again. "I... I think the best thing to do is carry you to the bathroom while you’re still naked."

"Geez! You’re such a pervert." Charles purred playfully, rolling his eyes with a teasing glint. "Do you seriously fantasize about carrying your lover to the bathroom while he’s completely naked?"

As if under a spell, Augustine nodded without hesitation. "Yes," he replied boldly, his voice laced with conviction, not even pausing to think twice.

Charles swallowed hard, then slowly spread his arms wide open in the air, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Then by all means," he purred, "you’re free to come pick me up from the bed."

Stunned!

Augustine’s lips parted slightly, caught off guard by Charles’s bold invitation.

For a moment, he blinked rapidly, fluttering his lashes as if to confirm he wasn’t hallucinating.

"Wait... are you having a change of heart?" Charles asked, voice low and uncertain. "Or do you no longer wish on assisting me to the bathroom... while I’m still naked?"

Augustine swallowed hard, the movement of his throat visible as his pulse quickened.

Without wasting another second, he rushed to the other side of the bed, his hands sliding beneath the blanket.

One arm slid around Charles’s back while the other carefully scooped beneath Charles legs, lifting him effortlessly.

Swiftly, Augustine lifted Charles from the bed, his muscles flexing as he stood tall.

The blanket slipped from Charles’s body, tumbling to the floor, leaving his naked form fully exposed.

Charles bit his lip, one hand quickly covering his most intimate area, while the other instinctively moved to shield his mouth, his eyes locked onto Augustine’s with a mixture of surprise and desire.

Augustine scoffed with amusement, his gaze lingering on Charles, taking in the way his chest rose and fell in nervous anticipation, the flush on his cheeks adding to his charm.

"I love every inch of you, Pookie," Augustine purred, his voice low and filled with desire.

With a playful smirk, he made his way toward the bathroom door, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the quiet room.

Charles felt the urge to respond to Augustine’s words, but his shyness held him back, the weight of his emotions keeping his hand firmly pressed against his lips.

He wanted to say something, anything, but the words just wouldn’t come.

As they reached the bathroom, Augustine swiftly turned the door handle, his movements confident as he stepped inside.

He led the way toward the bathtub at the far end of the room, which, though beautiful, had been unused for quite some time.

Although Augustine had already washed the bathtub earlier that morning before his own shower, the space now felt entirely different, alive with anticipation.

Augustine gently lowered Charles onto the bathtub, his hands lingering for a moment as if savoring the closeness.

As Augustine pulled away, he turned the shower faucet with a practiced hand, allowing the warm water to cascade over the tub.

It trickled slowly at first, then grew stronger, the steam rising in the air as it kissed Charles’ skin, wrapping him in the comforting warmth.

Charles had finally removed his hand from his mouth, now awkwardly covering his dick with both hands, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"I like it when you’re shy," Augustine teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Charles shot him a look, his brows furrowing as he stammered. "You’re the... you’re the reason I always get like this," he muttered, frustration lacing his words. "Besides, I’m not the shy type."

Augustine said nothing, letting the warm water fill the bathtub, its steady flow creating a soothing sound.

Once the water reached his desired level, he turned off the tap with a deliberate motion.

Reaching for a bottle of liquid soap, Augustine added a few drops, watching as the scent filled the air.

He glanced at Charles, giving him a subtle nod.

Charles sighed, reluctant but compliant.

He slowly removed one hand from covering himself, then began to stir the water, making the bubbles rise and swirl.

Augustine smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Do you mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice low and inviting. "I promise I won’t do anything funny."

Charles smirked, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm. "Babe... you’ve been making a lot of promises lately."

Charles raised an eyebrow, his gaze locking with Augustine’s. "First, you promised not to stare at me, yet here you are, and now you’re promising not to do anything funny. Are you sure I should believe you?"

"Hahahah," Augustine burst out in laughter because the words of Charles were the plain truth. "I didn’t keep my earlier promise, but this time, I will," Augustine said, his voice steady with a touch of amusement.

Charles rolled his eyes, his expression a mix of playfulness and challenge.

He slowly withdrew his hand from his dick, placing both hands on the edges of the bathtub as the bubbly water rose, covering him completely.

Charles’ breath hitched as the words left Augustine’s lips, his pulse quickening in response to the playful yet tempting challenge.

He shifted slightly, the water rippling around him as he locked eyes with Augustine, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "And why should I believe you?"

Augustine’s lips curled into a smirk. "Come on, pookie," he purred, his voice low and teasing. "I know I’ve got dirty intentions, but don’t you want me to do dirty things to you?" he asked, his tone dripping with desire.

Slowly, Augustine lowered himself to the floor, his knees sinking into the cold tiles as he knelt beside the bathtub.

"Pookie," he murmured, his voice a seductive caress as he caught Charles’ eye. "Don’t you want me to fuck you while you’re straddling my lap?"

Charles’ breath caught in his throat, the suggestion sending a shiver of anticipation through his body. "I... I don’t want..."

Augustine’s lips curved into a smirk, his voice low and tantalizing. "Don’t lie to yourself, baby boy," he purred seductively. "I know you want me to stretch you open, to make you whimper with pleasure until you’re begging for more."

He leaned forward, his breath fanning over Charles’ skin as he added in a husky whisper, "And I promise to grant your every desire."

Charles nod.

Warning...

Note: The following Chapter contains explicit mature content and is intended for readers aged 18 and above only.