Augustine couldn't hold back anymore.
The ache building inside him had become unbearable and his cock was rock-hard, pulsing with need, desperate to be buried deep inside Charles's tight, teasing hole.
Without hesitation, Augustine grabbed Charles's slick index finger, the same one that had just slid inside himself.
"I can't take this teasing any longer," Augustine growled, his voice thick with frustration and lust.
Charles smirked but didn't turn around. He stood still, deliberately taunting, letting Augustine simmer.
With hunger in Augustine's eyes, he lowered his face and wrapped his lips around Charles's finger, sucking it deep into his mouth.
"Mmm… fuck," he moaned against the digit, the taste of Charles making his head spin.
Augustine pulled it out with a wet pop and met Charles's back with a hard stare.
"I'm going to punish you for messing with me," Augustine purred, voice dark and promising.
