Barty groaned at the use of a swearword being used on him, far too needy and hot to argue any point if he wanted to. He wanted it all, all of Evan, all of those things Evan whispered to him, every last bit of him and it and everything. And he didn't always know how to choose, but he had chosen this, and fuck, it was the hottest time getting just wanked in at least a year if not more. Barty didn't do this often.
Groaning, Barty failed to speak his first time opening his mouth, instead hot moist air and a few moany sounds. As much as he was beginning to shake, he tried to get his stuff together enough to answer the question. "Always more," he cried out, "Always want, can for you." Did it all go together? Barty didn't know. He could hardly hear himself speak with how his body shouted out with pleasure. He shook.