"Yes I am, slut of mine," Barty replied with a smirk at Evan's call out to a higher being. He was everything and the only thing Evan needed to think about then, nothing else. He was, he made, Evan's world. Just how he wanted it then. Pulling his fingers out, Barty lined up his aching cock against Evan's hole. His hips pressed forward until he was completely buried in Evan's arse. Ah, yes.
"Don't come until I say so, deskslut," Barty commanded firmly, biting on Evan's neck and his hands came down to hold Evan firmly against the desk. And his hips moved, hard and fast. No easing in for Evan, for the slut spread on his desk.