Unfortunately Barty didn't reach Evan's cock right away, not with the pull on his head. Oh, but Barty wanted it, wanted that cock in his mouth. He moaned when Evan hit him, his tongue automatically flicking out to try to lick up some of the liquid. Barty didn't care about getting dirty or filthy, no, not at all. He just wanted it, bad.
Groaning, Barty's tongue darted out again. No shame was present, felt, in any of this. He liked it, liked this kind of treatment. It went through his body like a shock. "Want your cock," Barty whimpered. He had no thoughts on how easy it was going to be, only how much he wanted it.