Watching the display on his desk, Evan sat back watching the young man moan and writhe slowly against the hard wood while the boy's own anatomy began to stiffen achingly against his body. Evan felt a pool of excitement in the pit of his stomach while looking at Neville, his hand snaked over the young body and traced down, over the swollen head of flesh gathering some of the wet clear fluid of precome that had started to gather and down the length to cup the balls there then up again. While doing so, Evan had leaned his face close against the side of Neville's face, his voice in a deep soothing whisper while he began to utter the most dirty and sinister things he was planning to do with Neville and especially with his arse.