[Tongue meets fabric when Sherwood's thumb twists in his mouth, as if he could pin the digit with it to reposition his teeth. In reality, Charlie's neck does most of the work, straining to another angle so he can slide the finger in deeper. Teeth now worrying against knuckle, one eye squints.
He likes to be the man who bites.
But Sherwood is busy disrobing him. Charlie spares the attention he'd like to give the man's hand to lifting his hips so the man can tug his pants and underwear down. His cock lulls against the open air, arousal tepid until the man atop begins to coax it forth.
It's a warm sensation, but not as much as Charlie is used to - the glove is in the way. Gloves stay on and he couldn't demand their removal even if he wanted to, with his capture between his teeth. So he impatiently reaches down with his free hand to grope Sherwood's thigh.
A light slap follows, as if urging the man to get on with fucking him.]
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He likes to be the man who bites.
But Sherwood is busy disrobing him. Charlie spares the attention he'd like to give the man's hand to lifting his hips so the man can tug his pants and underwear down. His cock lulls against the open air, arousal tepid until the man atop begins to coax it forth.
It's a warm sensation, but not as much as Charlie is used to - the glove is in the way. Gloves stay on and he couldn't demand their removal even if he wanted to, with his capture between his teeth. So he impatiently reaches down with his free hand to grope Sherwood's thigh.
A light slap follows, as if urging the man to get on with fucking him.]