#barty and his sweat kink confirmed lmao

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Barty doesn’t bottom for evan

say that to his loose bumhole lmaoooo thanks for the microfic inspiration anon!

Straw blonde hair curled around dark brown fingers as Evan pulled back Barty's head. The sound of skin slapping together against one another could barely be heard over the sound of the man moaning shamelessly. Lanky legs shook as they spread around Evan's form, the rest of his emaciated body bent over the dining table in whatever way had come easiest when Evan had first grabbed him.

"Fuck, Rosie.. so good," the man let out, his lips twitching upwards in a pleased expression. As his hair was pulled, the man followed, allowing him the closeness Evan had been robbing him of so far.

Sweat already laced Evan's skin, as well as the clothes he'd barely taken off. Loose grey sweatpants had been shimmied down to expose his cock and they were now paying the price of their hurry with the few stains lingering in the fabric.

At the opportunity, Barty buried his face in Evan's neck as much as the position allowed him, inhaling deeply.

"You smell so fucking good," he purred, nipping at a stretched earlobe. Golden eyes rolled as they watched, meeting blue only briefly before roughly gripping Barty's whorish waist. With a quick move the freckled man was bent over the table again, regular thrusts returning.

"You're such a pervert. Getting turned on by smelling me, all sweaty and shit.." he trailed off. Despite his mocking, a groan left Evan—somewhat of a rarity from the otherwise silent man.

He'd let his head fall backwards and a breath left him as he did so, feeling the warm insides of his boyfriend stretch to accommodate his every move. It was clear Barty was eager to keep him as deep as possible by the way he clenched around Evan each time he pressed himself balls deep into him.

A hand travelled downwards and a poorly stifled laugh left Barty. Pale, slender fingers found the bulge in his stomach, rubbing it every time it appeared.

"I can't help it, Rosie," he insisted. "Besides, you're the one, heh, who came home and bent me over the table. In the middle of the k-kitchen too. Naughty, naughty, Ev."

He'd expected it, the way Evan's grip tightened around his hair, tugging at it again.

"Only because you were sending me pictures, like some damn whore."

A sound similar to a giggle left the man pressed against the table and he clenched around his boyfriend once more.

"Mhm, your whore," he urged.

It was subtle, the twitch Evan's hips offered, but it made Barty push his hips back further, meeting each thrust the man delivered. His words turned to moans, muddled and incomplete.

The hand that had rested on his stomach moved to find Evan's hand, the one that rested on his waist, and he pulled it upwards to inhale the sweaty smell lingering at his wrist. It was almost embarrassing how fast he came after that, jerking his hips while thin streaks of white decorated their dining table.

Evan licked his lips at the sight, showing little mercy as he continued to ram into Barty before a similar splash of white filled up the insides of a man that had already taken to begging for more.