[Fuuta does not follow his orders, catching Sherwood removing his glove and making the older man look... just oddly self conscious about it, caught off some guard. What his deal is with the gloves goes unspoken beyond his prior explanation. The big of his hand that's revealed isn't even strange at all, cracked with age and scarred from swordplay, but nothing that looks odd or disfigured. Yet, he huffs and tugs the glove back on when Fuuta is making his demands right back.]
My, such a willful thing. [Eh, Sherwood finds that... kind of hot.
He'll reach for his own slacks, unclasping his belt buckle with a heavy clack and sliiiide of leather through loops as he fully removes it before opening his pants front. Sherwood does not have briefs or anything else on beneath those, simply because the druid robes he was used to wearing didn't waste fabric on small clothes and he wouldn't bother in a place like this, either. So, his own cock sways forward, heavy and erect and damn well hung.
Sherwood somehow looks far more self assured to show this off than being seen with a glove half removed.]
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My, such a willful thing. [Eh, Sherwood finds that... kind of hot.
He'll reach for his own slacks, unclasping his belt buckle with a heavy clack and sliiiide of leather through loops as he fully removes it before opening his pants front. Sherwood does not have briefs or anything else on beneath those, simply because the druid robes he was used to wearing didn't waste fabric on small clothes and he wouldn't bother in a place like this, either. So, his own cock sways forward, heavy and erect and damn well hung.
Sherwood somehow looks far more self assured to show this off than being seen with a glove half removed.]