Evan chuckles and leans his head back down continuing where he left off now adding a finger into the mix of things, then two. Oh the sounds they created when they made love... it was more than words could describe.
Best breakfast ever. Now he understood why and how Barty manages to wake up first before him. Cheeky bastard.
Barty leaned back, head lolling about as he couldn't see much beyond the pretty image of the top of Evan's head between his legs. But oh, he felt what Evan was doing, was able to see it in his imagination. And oh, his arse responded well, relaxing and able to take attention without making Barty hiss or cry out. It burned just slightly, but it was a good burn. And he kept repeating how good it felt, mixed with messages of love. Because it was, love.
Barty's words of love did not go unnoticed, Evan enjoyed hearing each and every one of them. He smiled slightly then added a third finger twisting his wrist in a trusting motion upward, sneaking a glance up at Barty. Merlin... he was such a beautiful sight.
His hips pushed in time with Evan's movements. "Ah, God, I luh-fuck you," Barty's words broke at the third finger, and he groaned loudly. "So going to, fuck, love, if you keep," Barty groaned and pushed harder against it. His eyes were open, staring upward because he couldn't get his head to lift up to look at Evan.
Evan grinned and took the cock back in his mouth just as Barty was about to tell him he was going to come if Evan didn't stop and he didn't plan to until every last drop of the hot sticky white fluid was swallowed down his throat. Evan wrapped his lips around the head and while he thrusts his fingers in, his mouth clamped down and sucked.
The message seemed to have managed to come across, and Barty moaned louder for it. Evan's mouth was on his cock, and oh his cock had been wanting attention since before he woke up. And now, both, arse and cock, and it was heaven. His body began to shake, and his arms gave out, his head hitting the soft rug as his hips pushed hard as they could at both, Evan's mouth and fingers. Hands gripping the carpet, Barty shouted Evan's name as he came.
Sweet music. That's all Evan could think of when he heard Barty shouting his name. Evan quietly and slowly licked and sucked on the cock in his mouth until it was spent and regained it's calm softness. Letting him go with an equally slow pop, Evan looked up at him and smiled looking like a cat that ate the canary.
"What would you like for breakfast love? I'm feeling like... french toast with butter and powdered sugar," he licked his lips clean.
His legs straightened again, his body relaxing into the carpet. His heart kept racing for longer, though, and his breathing settled down only after a little while. His eyes glanced down the expanse of his body to see Evan's eyes - and oh they said it all. Barty really liked being what Evan ate. But then, that question?! "I so don't care, love," he replied, one of his hands reaching under Evan's head to pull him back up to Barty's level.
He made a cute little giggle as Barty pulled him up so that they were perfectly aligned with one another and kisses him, "So would you rather starve all day, is that what you're telling me?" he propped one hand up to rest against his temple, watching Barty with love filled eyes.
Barty kissed Evan back and nuzzled his face together. He really didn't care what they ate as long as they woke up together and ate it together. They could eat french toast or moldy bread. He didn't care. He just wanted Evan. "As long as I'm breakfasting with you, I don't care," Barty kissed Evan's lips again.