Following Charles Donald's hesitant nod, he drew in a deep, steady breath. "So… um, are you getting in the tub with me, or are you just planning to bathe me?"
Augustine's lips curled into a devilish smirk, his eyes dark with intent. "Both," he purred confidently. "I plan on doing both—with you." His voice dripped with unfiltered boldness, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
Charles fluttered his lashes, momentarily caught off guard by Augustine's boldness, but a small smirk tugged at his lips as he gave a slight nod.
"Come and join me then," he purred, leaning back in the bathtub to make room.
Without hesitation, Augustine nodded, taking off his singlet, and tossed it effortlessly toward the laundry basket at the far end of the room, his gaze never once leaving Charles.
Still holding Charles's gaze, Augustine hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and began sliding them down with slow, deliberate ease.
