Handcuffed.

In the blink of an eye, Augustine gently pushed Charles down from his body as he rolled out of the bed.

Charles slid off the bed, his gaze locked on Augustine as he took off the shirt and let it fall carelessly to the floor.

Without breaking eye contact, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, slipping them down until he was left in nothing but his boxer briefs.

Then, with a teasing smirk, he climbed back onto the bed, settling exactly as he had minutes before—only now, far less clothed, and far more intentional.

Charles scoffed, his lips curving into a more amusing smile as he watched Augustine in complete amusement.

'Should I tell him to spread his legs or he should keep them together?' Charles questioned himself.

He had no idea about what to do but still, he felt the urge to take the lead.

"You haven't tied your hand." Charles boldly stated.