#muse: barty

Barty smirked as he felt the arms around him, moving into that kiss with just as much passion. He nipped the other’s bottom lip as they pulled away, licking his lips seductively down at Elija. “Good.” Barty ran his hands through the other’s hair, and then down to his chest, moving to kiss his neck slowly, letting little moans out as he did. He was a cock tease, that’s for sure. Barty whimpered a little as he rutted his cock against Elija’s, still sensitive from how much he’d cum just moments before. “God you’re sexy,” He breathed, kissing the man’s lips once more.

Barty chuckled, throwing her onto the bed and pinning her down, “No touching until you’re told to.” 

Barty was breathing heavily, laying on his back next to Elija, and apparently trembling. There was a rough laugh from Barty, and he turned to Elija with a grin, “Yeah, your cock made me like this, remember?” There was a smirk on his lips now, that cheekiness never leaving his tone. Barty moved over and straddled Elija, leaning in and nibbling at the man’s lower lip, “Hold me, if you’re so concerned.