Barty smiled at Evan again, rather happy exactly how he was. Evan was much more than a hot mouth on his cock, and it was much more than just sex with dinner. Or dinner with sex. Evan was his...lover? Boyfriend? Both? Some term like that, something official and them and together. And it was...sweet watching Evan, even as it was hot, and he was hard. It wasn't just about the pleasure. Or, no, no, the pleasure wasn't just about the pleasure. Well, the pleasure didn't just come from the pleasure. Or some nonsense like that. Barty didn't try to sort it out, not while Evan was sucking on him.