Charles frowned, raising his right hand as he curled his fingers into a fist.
With a smirk, he extended his middle finger, and though he remained silent, the gesture alone was enough to make Augustine chuckle.
"What's it gonna be, love?" Augustine purred, his voice like velvet against Charles skin. "You want me to get lost, or do you want me to lose myself inside you?"
"H-huh?" Charles probed while stuttering.
Augustine's smile widened as he leaned in slightly, his gaze locked onto Charles with a knowing glint in his eyes. "Do you want me to fuck off, or do you want me to fuck you?"
His voice was smooth, teasing, laced with amusement as if he already knew the answer.
Charles rolled his eyes before smacking Augustine's shoulder, the impact light but firm. "Stop teasing me and just get going," he muttered, his voice lacking its usual playfulness. This time, there was a weight to his words, a seriousness that made it clear—he needed space. "I need to clear my thoughts."
