His breathing was so hard, so loud, not used to the freedom of unrestrained breathing, un-dampened sound. Moaning loudly, Barty shivered in anticipation at the promise in those words. "Yes, yes, please, yes," Barty whimpered, still somehow a bit surprised to hear more than muffled noises. Right, no ball gag. It was hard to register anything with Evan right there so close and kissing him.
Oh, he was empty, Barty cried out with need. He was empty, so empty, and he wanted - needed - Evan. He was spread and stretched and ready for Evan, didn't care if he had somehow not been ready. Barty was moaning, arms straining against the restraints, head constantly trying to keep Evan in view, to look at him.
He couldn't think about what Evan said, about any of that. Barty felt barely conscious, his head swimming. But he groaned and whimpered as Evan entered him. That was what he needed, not wanted (though that too), needed. "Please, fuck, yes, Evan, please," Barty begged.