Ah, Barty moaned loudly at the thrusts. His limbs rocked with Evan, pulling him tight each time. And his arse pushed up, sucking Evan in as tightly as he could, as fast as he could. That part was instinct because time was difficult for Barty to keep. His lips worshipped the skin before him, kissing each bit and biting and nibbling, so that every piece of Evan had been given attention.