His left hand came back to the better position for fucking Evan senseless, as the healer clearly wasn't needing to be held down to be dominated anymore. It was more important to focus on the actual fucking. Gripping Evan tight and fixing his footing just a little from how happenstance put it, Barty moved faster, both his hips and pulling and pushing Evan just the way he wanted. His breathing was loud, but Barty wasted no energy on focusing on forming words.