His hands had so little room, but Barty didn't care. He liked the shirt, liked the buttons on the shirt, so he forced himself to undo them. Thankfully years of practice made it a quick project. And one of his hands cupped Evan through his annoyingly thick jeans as the other opened the belt. Barty bit Evan's lip hard, and his hand opened the door, compelling them forward - for Barty anyway - as he had been leaning against Evan so hard. His hands pulled Evan's shirt off and forced him around the room so they approached the desk from Barty's side. Pushing the chair out of the way, Barty leaned Evan back, pulling at the man's jeans.