A small "oops" half-innocent half-devious face flickered across after everything spilled. Making it happen had been everything on Barty's mind until the execution was done, and perfect. But Barty really had no remorse for anything spilled. It had been perfect, and hell, he was deep in a gorgeous arse before even a hello, without being in a club of drunken men. Mmm, Barty was in heaven - well, Evan. But close enough, he smirked.
Pulling back the first time, Barty cast a light charm on Evan, not one to do too much to ease it, no, this was rough. But a little bit to keep the ratio mixed on the right path, that was decent enough. But then he set his wand off a safe distance away. Gripping Evan's hip, his hand sliding under the lab coat he had pulled up, Barty pushed in deeply again.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard," Barty spoke, just below normal volume to give it a small air of a whisper, though it was louder, "And anyone can walk in." His eyes twinkled as he pulled out and pushed in again.