He couldn't move, not more than the cock in his arse was making him. There was still so much, and nothing to pull his mind out of it enough to concentrate to move or anything. Barty knew Evan was there, felt Evan pull him up. Barty tried to smile, though he couldn't talk or...anything. And Evan brought him back, somewhat, to reality - out of the paralysis on the floor at least. Then, Barty was grinning.
But Barty was quite exhausted from it. Quite happily, he laid close to Evan, trying to pull himself as close as possibly. Only after lying there for a few moments did Barty laugh, light-hearted. "That was only one round," he declared with disbelief. Oh that felt like more.