At first, Charles had no intention of reciprocating Augustine's kiss.
He remained still, his lips pressed together in hesitant defiance, but as Augustine's lips moved with increasing intensity, a warmth spread through Charles's chest, weakening his resolve.
His breath hitched as he slowly tilted his head to the side, his lips parting ever so slightly—an unspoken invitation.
Without hesitation, Augustine seized the moment, his tongue slipping past Charles's lips, deepening the kiss with a hunger that sent a shiver down Charles's spine.
Ever since the first time Charles had kissed Augustine, he had come to realize something undeniable—he liked it when Augustine dominated the kiss, when his tongue explored his mouth with unrestrained hunger.
There was something intoxicating about the way Augustine took control, the way his lips moved with deliberate intensity, leaving Charles breathless and craving more… making him extremely aroused.