[Charlie would love to answer that, but there's a fucking thumb in his mouth. There's no real severity behind the way Charlie's eyes narrow beneath creased brow - he's simply trying to communicate the ridiculousness of making an inquiry and preventing the answer.
It's something he'd do.
One side of his mouth peels back, a wide grimace as he works his head to the side. Molar digs with unserious argument into the flesh beneath, as if he could keep it trapped there.
The only real response he can offer is a demonstration. Charlie rolls his hips beneath Sherwood, half-hard cock grazing against the man's thigh through the buffer of their clothing. He's fucking you! That's what you wanted!]
no subject
It's something he'd do.
One side of his mouth peels back, a wide grimace as he works his head to the side. Molar digs with unserious argument into the flesh beneath, as if he could keep it trapped there.
The only real response he can offer is a demonstration. Charlie rolls his hips beneath Sherwood, half-hard cock grazing against the man's thigh through the buffer of their clothing. He's fucking you! That's what you wanted!]