"Oh God..." he groaned, his eyes opened in astonishement then rolled back, the heels of his feet now braced against the edge of the desk and he was whining and crying near sobbing with need of release. The urge of coming so hard when Barty hits that perfect spot once then twice with his fingers knuckle deep inside him. Evan panted, chest heaving and could feel the sticky film of his own sweat dampening the hard wood desk.