Quench my taste with your dick.

"I… I don't like you in any form," Charles stammered, his voice unsteady.

He pressed his lips together in a firm line before lying back on the bed, shutting his eyes tightly as if that would shield him from the weight of his own words.

Augustine chuckled, his fingers gently gripping Charles's shoulder as he gave it a slight shake.

"Come on, Pookie," he purred, his voice laced with playful persistence. "Answer my question already," he added, his lips curving into a slight pout as he leaned in closer.

Charles breath out heavily. "I have a stressful day ahead of me tomorrow, Augustine." Charles mumbled as his eyes continued to remain shut.

Augustine chuckled softly before leaning in, his lips brushing against Charles's cheek in a lingering kiss. "Good night, sweetheart," he purred, his voice low and teasing as he gently sucked on the skin of Charles's neck, savoring the warmth beneath his lips.