Oh, Evan had an opinion on that did he? Barty ignored it because he was the one deciding when either of them were coming. Oh Barty had plenty enough to transform into a cock ring if he needed to, but he chose to wait and see if that were required. He hoped not.
All Evan cried was his name, which Barty took as agreement. Barty's hands gripped Evan's hips, both pushing Evan down to keep him on the desk and also pulling with each stroke in. The wood was polished underneath, getting rid of risk of splinters. Barty groaned deep in his throat as his cock went in fully each time. And he moved faster and faster, watching Evan for risk of coming before Barty said.