Barty moved his fingers faster, though he stopped curving them after a while. Evan was not supposed to come yet. No, Barty had ideas, loads of them, and they all involved Evan taking a lot more. And oh, Barty kept rubbing himself against Evan, couldn't help himself. It felt so good. Oh, and Evan needed him, just like Barty wanted, and Evan looked at him, and Barty considered - ah hell. Time it was. His eyes darted to the counter, and his fingers came out. His hands dragged Evan with him back a ways, and they picked Evan up at the waist, and Barty lifted him up, his tongue flickering out the side of his mouth as he made sure not to drop him. Barty leaned over Evan's chest, licking up the treat Barty had left for himself. Leaning sideways to grab the olive oil, Barty quickly slicked himself up and grabbed Evan's hips, pushing himself into that hole.