Oh Barty saw it all over Evan's face. Barty hadn't even touched Evan's cock at all, but oh the man wanted to come. And Barty was getting close. His hand slid in, covering the head so that none of the come would ruin his shirt. It was not his favorite shirt, but he still liked it.
"Come for me, Evan," Barty ordered with a growl, pushing into his arse so hard, his mouth open, voice catching. So close. Yes, Barty pushed in so hard he pushed Evan's body up the desk slightly, but he kept himself slightly above Evan, not collapsing entirely.