Barty's second hand found his wand, mind running through the list he had seen Evan write down before. He saw it a completely different way. Silently summoning the olive oil, he released Evan's bum to catch it. Setting his wand back down, Barty pushed his hips against Evan's, rubbing their pricks together, his kisses going more demanding than ever. Oh he wanted Evan distracted. Pouring some olive oil on his hand, his dry one quietly set down the container and spread Evan's arse cheeks. And he pushed two fingers in.