[Sherwood's demand for his hand relinquished may have met with more resistance had he not made such a display, getting slapped in the thigh. Charlie's mouth stills, eyes alight as he observes just how much this guy liked the contact.
He wouldn't even call it pain, just petulant insistence, but...
Apparently, he can do more.
Charlie's teeth part slightly, enough to let the digit between them slip from his mouth. A chill is left in its wake, dry and uncomfortable for more than the want for something under his lips. Sherwood's gloved hand working his cock feels good, but it doesn't replicate the satisfaction of gnawing on flesh.
Charlie catches the retreating hand at the wrist, pulling its underside back to his mouth for a lingering, parting kiss before letting go in earnest.] I can't bite your thigh with you ridin me - I'm not that fuckin flexible.
[What he can do is grope more firmly, pressing divots into the flesh beneath his fingers. As he does, he eyes Sherwood's arousal curiously. Would it be too far to squeeze or slap there?
His eyes dart up to the man's, a devious gleam, but he restrains the impulse for the moment. Instead, he reaches to give the same slap to the opposite thigh with his other hand.] You like that too though, don't you? [Obviously. Charlie just likes to make people announce their kinks.]
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Date: 2024-10-11 03:47 am (UTC)He wouldn't even call it pain, just petulant insistence, but...
Apparently, he can do more.
Charlie's teeth part slightly, enough to let the digit between them slip from his mouth. A chill is left in its wake, dry and uncomfortable for more than the want for something under his lips. Sherwood's gloved hand working his cock feels good, but it doesn't replicate the satisfaction of gnawing on flesh.
Charlie catches the retreating hand at the wrist, pulling its underside back to his mouth for a lingering, parting kiss before letting go in earnest.] I can't bite your thigh with you ridin me - I'm not that fuckin flexible.
[What he can do is grope more firmly, pressing divots into the flesh beneath his fingers. As he does, he eyes Sherwood's arousal curiously. Would it be too far to squeeze or slap there?
His eyes dart up to the man's, a devious gleam, but he restrains the impulse for the moment. Instead, he reaches to give the same slap to the opposite thigh with his other hand.] You like that too though, don't you? [Obviously. Charlie just likes to make people announce their kinks.]