[Sherwood's focus does fall mostly upon Charlie's mouth, where he's being pinned and gnawed on, where his glove is becoming briefly wet from being tongued only to absorb the touch of liquid. Faesilk gloves and their special properties... he really shouldn't leave it pressed passed the man's lips, Sherwood's bound to give Charlie cottonmouth for his trouble, the fabric sapping up anything wet it may contact.
He's selfish, though, and enjoys the sensation against his pinned thumb. He also likes the hungry look on the other man's face, like a man denied a full meal and give only a taster course. His free hand will teasingly stroke Charlie with a skilled, tight grip, never a man to go too easy on a partner.]
Mhh! [A short yelp held behind his squished closed lips, at that light slap to his thigh. Healing magic kept Sherwood from feeling sustained pain, but any upfront shocks got through it before it could kick in. As such, he craves those bursts of sensation. A slap, a punch, a bite. He'd feel them at least upfront. Being deprived of pain makes a man long for it, something he would have never believed before coming to know the longing for himself.]
My! Well, do set me free, I need both my hands. Bite me somewhere else you please. [he wants his thumb back, thanks. Ignore that he placed it there in the first place. If returned both hands, he'll pull the remainder of his clothing off, which is really just slacks. Nothing beneath, Sherwood isn't used to that back home so he doesn't bother here!]
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He's selfish, though, and enjoys the sensation against his pinned thumb. He also likes the hungry look on the other man's face, like a man denied a full meal and give only a taster course. His free hand will teasingly stroke Charlie with a skilled, tight grip, never a man to go too easy on a partner.]
Mhh! [A short yelp held behind his squished closed lips, at that light slap to his thigh. Healing magic kept Sherwood from feeling sustained pain, but any upfront shocks got through it before it could kick in. As such, he craves those bursts of sensation. A slap, a punch, a bite. He'd feel them at least upfront. Being deprived of pain makes a man long for it, something he would have never believed before coming to know the longing for himself.]
My! Well, do set me free, I need both my hands. Bite me somewhere else you please. [he wants his thumb back, thanks. Ignore that he placed it there in the first place. If returned both hands, he'll pull the remainder of his clothing off, which is really just slacks. Nothing beneath, Sherwood isn't used to that back home so he doesn't bother here!]