They were still on fingers, and already Evan was shouting out his name. Barty smirked happily, leaning forward to kiss the skin above Evan's heart and lungs, feeling the organs working hard for him. "Since you shouted so nicely," Barty replied with a sly smirk.
His free hand came down, grabbing his prick, which was a bit leaky, and guided it to Evan's arse. Pulling out his three fingers, Barty shoved up hard, and his hands went to grab Evan's hips and pull him down. Oh, Barty wasn't giving Evan any time to get used to it. The fucking was continuing, hard.