[ That trick with the glove had worked for him only because he was watching someone else do it, really. But, well. No harm in playing along, he supposes. Besides, he admittedly likes the sound of that. 'A special exception.'
Fuuta does jerk his head back a touch when he feels the tap against his lips, eyes narrowed. But after a little huff, he parts his lips and cants his head forward to take the tip of one of Sherwood's gloved fingers into his mouth. Despite the aggressive look of his jagged teeth, he's surprisingly delicate -- he's not really into causing pain, after all. It's just the very tip of the glove he bites down on before leaning back to ease it off of Sherwood's hand, bit by bit.
His hands squeeze against Sherwood's thighs to help him maintain his balance as he does so, rocking his weight back as he tugs the glove off completely, then easing forward once more as Fuuta meets Sherwood's gaze with the glove still dangling between his teeth. ]
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Fuuta does jerk his head back a touch when he feels the tap against his lips, eyes narrowed. But after a little huff, he parts his lips and cants his head forward to take the tip of one of Sherwood's gloved fingers into his mouth. Despite the aggressive look of his jagged teeth, he's surprisingly delicate -- he's not really into causing pain, after all. It's just the very tip of the glove he bites down on before leaning back to ease it off of Sherwood's hand, bit by bit.
His hands squeeze against Sherwood's thighs to help him maintain his balance as he does so, rocking his weight back as he tugs the glove off completely, then easing forward once more as Fuuta meets Sherwood's gaze with the glove still dangling between his teeth. ]