"Yes, fuck, Evan," Barty moaned, his body aching to push back. His arse tried to pull Evan in each time, but being tied so, Barty was limited, which kept him begging. His voice was free and babbling with want - flowing on and on, punctuated by gasps of breath. The sound got quieter with the kisses, muffled as it was by Evan's soft lips. Mmm.