Charles bit down on his lower lip, nodding with a slow, heated gaze. "Come here, handsome," he purred, his voice dripping with invitation as he grab Augustine's hand as he let his back sink into the bed.
Augustine straddled over him, caging Charles beneath his frame, their bodies perfectly aligned.
For a few charged seconds, their eyes locked—fierce, tender, hungry—speaking a language only lovers lost in desire could understand.
Augustine swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he slowly drew his tongue over his lips, savoring the lingering taste of Charles's cum—rich, warm, unforgettable.
He licked deliberately, ensuring not a single drop was wasted, his eyes fluttering half-shut as he relished every trace.
Once Augustine was certain his lips were clean, he looked up and offered Charles a slow, sultry smile—warm, satisfied, and dripping with quiet pride.
"I love you, Charles," Augustine purred, his voice a silky caress as his intense gaze held Charles captive.
