Had it been anyone else other than Barty, Evan would have blasted the person straight into oblivion without remorse. But to his sudden surprise of being picked up and slammed down onto his desk; the open bottle of ink slid right off and landed with a smash on the floor, parchment flying off the desk as well.His trousers undone and hitting the floor, Evan made a startled sound of "Oh!" followed by an annoyed, "What the f--!" combined by a pleasure and pained moan at the feel of Barty's cock filling him from behind.
At the sound of the man's voice over his shoulder, Evan turned his head looking at Barty with the corner of his eyes, "Hello yourself darling," he panted and arches his back allowing another moan to escape his lips; hands were braced against the wood of his desk.