In an instant, Charles closed his eyes, tilting his head back to grant Augustine deeper access to his lips.
As Charles parted his mouth slightly, Augustine, as if instinctively knowing what to do, slid his tongue forward, teasingly tracing the edge of Charles's lips before delving inside but before Charles could even reciprocate the gesture, Augustine pull his tongue out.
He cupped Charles's cheeks, his grip firm yet tender, and once more, his tongue slipped inside Charles mouth, lazily teasing Charles's tongue with slow, deliberate strokes.
Just as Charles attempted to match Augustine's rhythm, eager to return the gesture, Augustine suddenly withdrew, leaving him breathless and wanting.
Augustine stepped back, his hands falling away from Charles's cheeks, yet the warmth of his touch still lingered.