"Fuck! You’re making my head spin," Charles squealed, biting down on his lower lip as heat rushed to his face. "You..."
He opened his mouth, struggling to find the words, lips trembling with nerves.
"I... I do love you, Augustine Wales," Charles finally whispered. "Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine falling for a man, but you... you’ve completely swept off my feet." His voice was soft, but his confession ca with all the weight of his heart.
Augustine blushed. "Gosh! We’re so in love," he purred, biting his lower lip as he turned to stare out the car window, trying—and failing—to hide the rising color in his cheeks.
A minute of silence passed, the soft patter of rain was the only sound between them.
Then, Augustine swallowed hard, drawing in a shaky breath. "I... gosh, I love you so much," Augustine whispered, his eyes still fixed on the raindrops racing down the glass, as if afraid that looking at Charles might make his heart explode.
Charles scoffed.
Goosebumps prickled across their skin, and their hearts danced in sync with the fluttering butterflies in their stomachs.
The air between the two lovers felt charged, thick with unspoken emotions and soft, electric glances.
"Umm... Augustine," Charles murmured, his voice shy yet laced with affection. "Do I have to start calling you a pet na now? Because... addressing you by your actual na feels a little too formal for soone I’m madly in love with."
Hearing Charles’s words, Augustine turned his gaze away from the car window, biting down softly on the skin of his index finger as a rush of excitent surged through him.
"Oh, my gosh!" Augustine exclaid, his eyes lighting up like fireworks, cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. "I always hoped for this day to co," he purred, his voice thick with emotion, a dreamy smile curving his lips.
"Augustine!" Charles snapped playfully, giving his shoulder a light smack. "So... what do you want to call you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes with a teasing grin.
Augustine parted his lips, drawing in a deep breath as he fluttered his lashes dramatically. "You... well, you can call whatever feels right to you," he murmured. "I call you ’Pookie’ because you’re cute, and honestly, it just feels natural—like it fits you."
Charles nod.
He leaned over toward Augustine’s seat, placing his hand on the armrest before lifting himself gracefully.
With a smooth motion, Charles settled onto Augustine’s thigh, his weight sinking into the warmth of the mont.
Charles fingers gently trailed up Augustine’s chest as he whispered, "Falling in love with you... it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to ."
His voice was low, sincere, and his gaze never wavered from Augustine’s eyes—completely entranced.
Charles leaned in slowly, his breath brushing against Augustine’s skin before pressing a tender kiss to Augustine forehead.
It was soft—fleeting—but it carried the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions. "I... I love you, Augustine Wales," Charles whispered, his voice low and sultry, sending a shiver down Augustine’s spine as he pulled away.
Augustine bit down on his lip, heat rushing to his cheeks as his hands instinctively slid around Charles’s waist.
His amber eyes locked onto Charles’s, dark and intense, as if he were trying to morize every detail of the man now sitting on his lap, but he said nothing—just listened, completely drawn in by every word.
"You’ve always treated like a princess, and for that, I’m grateful," Charles whispered, his voice soft and trembling with emotion. "I love you so much, babe, and I’m happy that I’m—"
"Pookie! Did you just call babe?" Augustine interrupted, eyes widening as a slow, teasing grin crept across his lips.
Charles blinked, caught off guard. "Well, yeah... I an, I—" he stamred, cheeks coloring as he tried to finish his sentence.
Inhale!
Charles inhale, slowly nodding his head with a playful glint in his eyes. "You don’t like it?"
"The hell? What do you an by if I don’t like it?" Augustine shot back, voice thick with desire. "I love it, pookie. I love the way the word babe rolls off your tongue. It’s fucking turning on."
Augustine tone was bold, unfiltered, and laced with heat as his gaze burned into Charles’s.
Charles let out a small chuckle, resting his head against Augustine’s shoulder, trying to hide the blush creeping up his neck.
He couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the warmth of Augustine’s happiness radiating through him. "You’re insane," Charles teased, but the affection in his voice was undeniable. "Gush! This is too much," he muttered, trying to regain so composure.
Without missing a beat, Augustine opened the car door and slid out, effortlessly lifting Charles with him.
With Charles’s legs wrapped around Augustine’s waist, he began jumping up and down, a wild grin spread across his face. "I’m in love!!" he yelled, his voice full of joy and exhilaration.
Charles, a little caught off guard by Augustine’s sudden excitent, leaned his head away from Augustine’s shoulder, his voice soft but teasing. "Babe, we’re getting wet," he whispered, glancing at the pouring rain.
At those words, Augustine froze, his breath hitching as he stared at Charles in wide-eyed disbelief. "You... you just called babe," he whispered, his voice filled with both surprise and a touch of excitent, his gaze locking with Charles’s.
The rain continued to fall, but in that mont, it seed to fade into the background as Augustine’s heart raced.
Charles nodded, a few droplets of water from the rain splashing onto his clothes. "I like it when I intentionally turn you on," he purred, tilting his head playfully.
Augustine felt a spark at his words, his pulse quickening as the rain continued to soak them both.
"Is that so?" Augustine whispered with a tilted brow.
The rain was cold, but the way they were locked in a gaze made everything feel like it was heating up.
Augustine could also feel the skin of Charles’ dick through his boxer briefs, which were already drenched, with his legs wrapped around Augustine’s waist.
He exhaled. "Pookie, I know I promised not to rush into having sex with you just a while ago!"
Charles nodded. "Why are you sounding so serious?" he inquired, blinking his eyelashes to remove droplets of rain water.
Augustine swallow hard. "I’m so sorry pookie, but I’m fucking you right here and right now." He spat with a serious and bold tone.
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