Barty knew Evan meant what he said, knew he was teasing him, torturing him, having it so close. He also knew full well that, when this happened, it didn't matter how much he turned for it or tried to get it with his mouth, just his mouth, because Evan was serious about that. Well, about teasing. He had to give it to Barty eventually, a short eventually. Barty was horny as hell with limited patience.
"When?" he asked as his mouth attempted to chase it anyway.