"Fuck you're good," Barty swore - every inch of his skin alive, all over. He was fully awake in the sexual sense, and the soreness of his body fell away for that, unnoticed compared to what was going on. Oh, that tongue on his cock was just better than any breakfast by a long shot, and his hips pushed up slowly, but his body felt increasingly impatient, hot and needy. So needy for Evan.