Never before had Barty actually been nervous or shy in his own house. Scared wasn't the right term, quite. Barty wasn't scared. He had seen Evan angry before, made Evan angry before, and cared, yes. But Evan was there for him, always, in the end, even the times Barty hadn't asked or wanted him to be. But that didn't mean he liked to get Evan in this state. Barty had no desire to prove anything like that to Evan. No he had him, already, and was quite pleased at that.
But his mouth had gotten him in trouble, so he dealt with it, as always.
But, oooh, Barty's face lighted up a little at the command. Right there? On his knees? Suck Evan off? Oh, yes, please! Barty loved doing that. And even Evan's tone wasn't able to keep a small amount of lightness in his movement as he came over. Barty knelt as commanded, mouth watering, leaning forward because he couldn't wait to get Evan's cock in his mouth.