Sit on my face, please.

by Ash_is_here

Summary:

Barty finally agrees to letting Evan eat him out by sitting on his face after Evan wakes him up with the intent of making him feel good.

An almost concussion and 3 orgasms later they are tired and ready to go back to sleep, or are they?

(tags to be updated) (may get a second chapter)

Notes:

• For Bradleysass.

For my lovely Dani who had to tolerate me during my exam season (which is still not over btw).

Evan has been staring at Barty sleep for the past hour. It’s early in the morning and someone forgot to close the curtains last night. Well, they didn’t exactly forget. It was just that Barty couldn’t walk and Evan doesn’t get bothered by the morning light, so they decided to leave the curtains open.

The thing is, when Barty looks so soft and relaxed like this Evan can’t help but want to see him writhe in pleasure and moan his name when he leaves him hanging right at the edge of another denied release.

“Bee…” Evan murmurs, wrapping his arms tighter around Barty’s bare waist and pulling him closer until Barty's back is pressed against his chest.

Barty stirs and hums without opening his eyes, turning around in Evan’s embrace and hiding his face in the crook of Evan’s neck to hide from the morning light, his arms wrapping loosely around Evan’s waist, hands slipping below the elastic band of Evan’s boxers.

“Bee, come on….” Evan chuckles and traces up Barty’s spine, hand slipping under Barty’s shirt. Barty hums louder in protest, as if it would make the voice calling him stop.

Gently and carefully Evan cups Barty’s cheeks and pulls him out of his hiding place, to which Barty whines quietly but doesn’t move away though he stubbornly keeps his eyes closed.

Evan leans down and starts kissing all over Barty’s face, admiring the way his freckles are more noticeable now that it’s spring. Nowadays Barty’s face is covered in freckles, especially on his nose, forehead and cheekbones and Evan loves spending time kissing them, counting them or simply tracing them like he’s connecting the stars of a constellation.

Small gentle kisses are placed on Barty’s cheeks, then on his jaw, below his ear and then right on his pulse point, making his breath hitch. Evan takes his time kissing Barty’s neck, going over last night’s love bites and leaving a new one here and there. Barty sighs and simply tilts his head to the side, letting Evan go even lower. Evan’s fingers gently pull at the collar of Barty’s shirt to expose his shoulder and the freckles there.

Barty gasps softly when Evan bites down on his shoulder and instead of pulling away he slips his hands in Evan’s boxers and grabs his ass. Evan pulls back once he’s sure his bite left a nice mark on Barty’s pale freckled skin and hums happily at the result.

Evan pulls back and leans on his elbow, slightly hovering over his boyfriend, brushing the sandy hair out of his sleepy face before cupping his cheek and kissing him on the lips, slowly and gently, smiling when he feels Barty kiss him back and squeeze his ass, trying to pull him closer.

“Will you ever stop squeezing my ass?” Evan murmurs against Barty’s lips and kisses him again, this time hungrier and a little more awake.

“No. Vieni qua.” Barty murmurs, his voice raspy as he tries to get Evan to move to sit between his legs as they kiss. Thankfully Evan gets the hint, one hand grabbing Barty’s thigh as he moves between Barty’s legs, pressing his clothed cock against Barty’s crotch and grinding his hips. Barty squeezes his boyfriend’s ass as their bodies press together, as if trying to get even more friction going on.

Barty is not even fully awake, he just grabs and pulls and Evan goes without needing Barty to utter a word.

Evan breaks the kiss and leans back to look at Barty, his hands now holding firmly his waist as he grinds his hips against Barty’s crotch, looking carefully at his reactions. Barty’s cheeks are flushed and his eyes half closed as his head tilts back and pants softly.

Evan has never seen such sinful and angelic sight at once.

He keeps grinding his hips, slowly at first, and then going a little faster when he notices Barty gasp softly and arch his back. Evan keeps going, keeps trying to pull those sweet whimpers and soft moans out of Barty.

“No… Rosie, dai…” Barty murmurs when Evan’s hand moves from his waist and slips in Barty’s boxers, whining at the loss of friction when Evan stops grinding. Despite protesting, Barty doesn't pull back– he never pulls back when it comes to Evan.

“Shh… feel how wet you are for me already… you don't need to do a thing… let me make you feel good…” Evan leans down and whispers in his ear, his fingers slowly rubbing circles on Barty’s clit, just enough to let him feel it.

“Good boy.” He praises when Barty spreads his legs wider and raises his hips slightly, pushing against his fingers. Evan, never one to deny Barty, moves his fingers faster on Barty’s clit, watching the way his boyfriend melts and tilts his head back.

Slowly and begrudgingly, Barty's hands slip out of Evan’s boxers, allowing Evan to move more freely. Evan slowly moves his hand lower, teasingly tracing Barty’s entrance but not pushing inside, waiting to see how long it will take for Barty to get frustrated and beg.

Barty’s brows furrow and Evan can see the whine he’s holding back, clearly wanting more but not asking for it yet. He lifts his hips but Evan pulls his hand back.

“Rosie… non tormentarmi così la mattina…" Barty whines, letting out a shaky breath and swallowing hard when Evan moves his hand back to where it was, almost ticklish from how light his touch is.

“What is it, Bee? Tell me what you need.” Evan asks sweetly, leaning down to innocently kiss Barty’s cheek as if he hadn’t woken up his boyfriend with the intent of making him cum multiple times. He gives Barty’s cunt a few gentle taps to prompt him, loving the way his boyfriend squirm and whimpers from pleasure.

Barty looks at him and pouts, still half asleep but so needy already.

“Niente…” Barty murmurs and turns his head, not looking at Evan as he tries to catch his breath, feeling the feather light touch on his clit that makes him shudder.

“You know I don’t like it when you lie, baby.” Evan whispers in Barty’s ear and gives a gentle but firm slap on his cunt.

Barty gasps and his body jolts, looking up at Evan with the hesitant expression of someone who wants so many things but won’t allow himself any. He squirms when Evan starts running his clit again, soothing the light sting from the slap.

“Bee… talk to me.” Evan murmurs, his hand coming up to cup Barty’s cheek while his other hand remains in Barty’s boxers, fingers slowly rubbing circles on his clit just enough to keep him relaxed.

“Lo so che abbiamo iniziato da poco a farlo… e che vuoi provare quella cosa che mi avevi detto l’altro giorno… e voglio farlo anche io… però…” Barty rambles, just as he does when nervous and starts to overthink, and then trails off and gets quiet once he realizes he’s rambling.

“But…?” Evan prompts gently, tracing Barty's lips with his thumb which makes Barty part them. Slowly Evan pushes his thumb in Barty’s mouth, gently pressing on his tongue.

They stay quiet for a while, only sounds in the room being Barty’s occasional soft pants while he sucks on Evan’s thumb. Seeing as Barty doesn’t say anything more, Evan slowly applies more pressure with his fingers on Barty’s clit which promptly makes Barty moan around his thumb.

“We don’t have to, Bee…” Evan reassures him gently. He knows it took a lot for Barty to get to this point, to let Evan touch him like this without immediately getting self-conscious or dysphoric.

Barty gently grabs Evan’s wrist, letting his thumb slip out of his mouth, “Non è quello… voglio farlo…”

“What if instead of me going down on you instead you sit on my face? Gives you more control of what's going on.” Evan offers, hoping to ease Barty’s dilemma.

Barty looks at Evan and thinks about it, knowing that Evan would stop if needed before Barty even said anything. He knows he can trust Evan but still feels guilty for having made Evan wait so long before they finally went past making out and giving each other hickeys in visible places.

“E se non ti piace?” Barty whispers quietly, his hips twitching as Evan never stops giving attention to his clit even as they talk. There's something about sleepy and needy Barty trying to get the words out while shuddering from pleasure that makes Evan want to never stop. But he also knows that Barty would take it as rejection and would never open up if he stopped right now, without the gentle prompt and evidence that even when insecure Evan still wants him.

“Bee, why would you not like it?” Evan asks, confused. If there's anything Evan has high up on his list of priorities is making Barty feel good no matter what. Actually, it’s his top priority.

“No, Rosie, ti sei confuso. E se non piace a te?” Barty repeats, talking a little slower so Evan understands where he got confused.

“Oh... Bee, why would I not like it?” Evan asks even more confused now, pulling his hand out of Barty’s boxers and ignoring Barty’s little whine, “Have I ever given the impression of not liking doing it with you?” Evan asks and already knows the answer.

Barty opens his mouth and then closes it. He can’t deny that Evan has been very enthusiastic and eager to make him feel good, at times making him work or beg for it a little, sure, but never looked like he didn’t enjoy it as much or even more than Barty.

“Okay, va bene, non hai mai dato quell'impressione.” He concedes, “Ma non ho la più pallida idea di come si fa quello che vuoi provare. Non voglio farti male-”

Barty’s rambling is suddenly interrupted by Evan’s lips on his and what can Barty do if not cup Evan’s cheeks and kiss him back while Evan wraps his arms around his waist.

“Ti fidi di me?” Evan murmurs against Barty’s lips before deepening the kiss and pulling Barty up against him so they’re both sitting, hands roaming and mouths chasing each other.

On any other occasion Barty would have laughed at Evan’s strong accent but in that moment he felt his chest grow warmer and his arms wrapping tightly around him, so tight they could almost become one.

He simply nods, his hand moving up until his fingers tangle in Evan's blonde and brown curls and pulling gently as they kiss like they'll die if they stop. Evan feels a shudder run down his spine, barely able to contain his excitement as his hands firmly hold onto Barty’s waist.

“Prima che cambio idea, dimmi cosa devo fare.” Barty breaks the kiss and pants, putting his hands on Evan's shoulders and putting some distance between them to avoid following the impulse to kiss Evan once more.

Evan looks at Barty with that rare lopsided grin he has when he's excited. Barty remembers the first time he saw that grin and it scared the fuck out of him, not because he found it weird but because he felt his heart beat so fast and hands shake with how hard he fell for the boy with green eyes and blonde and brown curls who wears too many rings.

“Ti prego respira.” Barty murmurs and can't help but smile too, seeing how excited Evan is must be a good sign.

“It can't be too complicated… I think the name is pretty self explanatory?” Evan brushes the hair out of Barty’s face and lets his fingers caress the never-ending amount of metal on Barty's ears. “You just… sit on my face and I make you feel good, that's it, isn't it?”

“E io che pensavo che era una cosa che avevi già fatto.” Barty sighs exasperated and rests his head on Evan's shoulder. “Non puoi usare quella logica per tutto, Rosie…”

“I don't need to have done it in the past to know how to make you feel good, Bee.” Evan says and pecks Barty’s lips before quickly tying his hair up with the speed of a starving man and laying down. “Yes, I can and I will use that logic. Now, please sit on my face.”

Barty blinks a few times and nods as if trying to understand if it's a dream or not. He takes his boxers off and throws them in the direction of the laundry hamper. He looks at Evan and his stupid grin and takes a moment to figure out how to position himself. Carefully Barty positions himself over Evan’s face, still high on his knees and not letting Evan closer yet.

Evan just smiles as he looks up at his boyfriend, trying so very hard to not cum just at the sight of him like this. “Remember you can talk to me as we’re doing this and I can pull you off if I need.” He reassures Barty when he sees his boyfriend start to overthink.

“È strano vederti cosi…” Barty murmurs, reaching down and gently caressing Evan’s cheek after tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Evan looks like he’s about to receive the thing he wants most and Barty has a feeling it might actually be like that.

“Just relax, Bee…” Evan says softly, his hands caressing and squeezing Barty’s thighs while gently biting at his inner thighs where there’s already a bunch of hickeys from previous nights. Slowly and gently Evan grabs Barty’s hips and pulls him down, giving him plenty of time to pull back if he changes his mind.

“Ah-!” Barty grabs onto the headboard and looks down at Evan with wide eyes when he feels his hot breath on his crotch, suddenly realizing what is about to happen, as if confirmation that it's not a dream.

Once within reach Evan kisses Barty’s slick folds, giving gentle and slow licks as he looks up at Barty, studying his reactions. He can see Barty white-knuckling the headboard and his chest rising and falling faster, still holding back from leaning into the sensation.

Evan takes his time, his hands slipping under Barty’s oversized shirt and holding his waist. He hums against his slick folds and feels Barty’s thighs squeeze closer around his head and a small quiet moan escapes his lips. Evan increases the intensity, giving slow licks with his tongue flat and then switching faster licks sneaking between his slick folds. He keeps going, almost getting lost in it.

Barty’s legs tremble slightly and he lets Evan pull him down more, closer to sitting on his face now than just hovering above it. His hands firmly hold onto the headboard and he doesn’t take his eyes off Evan, as if not believing what’s happening.

“Rosie-” Barty lets out a loud moan and slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle it when Evan grows even bolder, holding him down harder and finally giving attention to his clit, gently sucking on it and flicking his tongue on it with the determination of someone ready to make Barty lose his mind.

Evan sees it happen almost in slow motion— barty’s flushed cheeks, shiny parted lips red from biting them, chest rising and falling rapidly from panting, blonde hair sticking to his forehead, the way Barty moans and shudders from pleasure and the way he almost hits his head on the wall, making Evan nearly have a heart attack.

“Si, proprio lì, continua ti prego…” Barty moans softly, his eyes closed and hips slowly starting to move in rhythm with Evan’s tongue. Barty’s shaky words go straight to Evan’s cock and he doubles his efforts, eating Barty out like it's his last meal. Evan groans and his hips twitch but doesn’t get distracted from his goal.

Evan stops holding down Barty once he’s sure Barty won’t immediately lift his hips, his hands roaming his body and moving upwards as Barty starts grinding faster against his tongue.

Slowly Evan’s hand trails up, one going under Barty’s shirt to hold his waist while the other reaches Barty’s mouth, fingers slipping in Barty’s mouth when his lips part to let out a moan.

Barty opens his eyes and without even thinking he wraps his lips around Evan’s fingers and sucks on them. Evan has to use all his self-control to not flip Barty over and eat him out until he cries from overstimulation.

Barty whimpers and sucks harder on Evan’s fingers, looking down at him and holding harder on the headboard. His legs almost give out when Evan starts insistently and relentlessly sucking on his clit, the only thing holding him up is the strong grip on the headboard and Evan’s hand on his hip holding him in place.

Evan is determined to make Barty cum and he’s not letting go anytime soon, sucking harder on his clit and slowly pushing his fingers in and out Barty’s mouth.

Barty tenses up and his hips falter in their grinding, panting hard and drooling a little around Evan’s finger as he’s held in place, unable to lift off his face.

Evan knew it would be messy and he doesn’t care one bit, his tongue working relentlessly on Barty’s cunt even as the bottom half of his face is now shiny from Barty cumming. He keeps going until he can feel Barty whining around his fingers from overstimulation, slowly stopping and giving his cunt a few gentle licks and kisses before letting Barty go, his fingers slipping out of his mouth, shiny with spit.

Barty collapses unceremoniously on the bed, panting and looking up at the ceiling like he can’t believe what just happened. His legs shake as they’re pressed close together. Evan sits up and moves closer to Barty as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Evan smiles so wide his cheeks hurt, truly looking like a man who got everything he ever wanted and more.

“Bee… hi, baby… you did so good. Did it feel good?” Evan says softly, his voice a little raspy. He cups Barty’s cheeks and looks at him so tenderly, waiting for him to catch his breath.

All Barty can do is nod and lean into Evan’s touch, still trying to catch his breath and stop shaking so much. He cuddles up to Evan, his hands obviously slipping in Evan’s boxers and squeezing his ass.

“Quando sei venuto?” Barty murmurs, one hand moving from Evan’s ass to slowly wrap around his cock, feeling the sticky mess from Evan cumming untouched earlier at some point.

Evan groans softly and his hips twitch from Barty’s touch, “When you told me to keep going…”

“Voglio ascoltare il mio podcast preferito… Posso?” Barty murmurs and leans up to gently kiss Evan’s neck, slowly starting to stroke his cock and smiling when he hears Evan’s soft moan.

Evan simply lets him. Welcomes the overstimulation if it means it’ll make Barty happy. How can he deny Barty anything when he asks so sweetly, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide from post-orgasm glow.

Barty sets a slow pace, stroking Evan’s cock, the slide easy from Evan cumming untouched, while resting his head on his shoulder, Evan’s arm securely wrapped around his waist. They both look down at the way Barty’s pale hand goes up and down slowly, as if trying out all the ways a moan or groan can be pulled out of Evan.

“Come here…” Evan murmurs after a while, turning Barty’s head and kissing him softly as he cums on Barty’s hand with a shudder. “I love you…” He murmurs against his lips.

“Anche io…” Barty whispers back, smiling so wide against Evan’s lips the kiss is more teeth than anything now.

Eventually they get up from bed and move to the bathroom, Evan washing his face in the sink while Barty brushes his teeth, looking ready for a nap despite having woken up not too long ago.

“Ti è davvero piaciuto così tanto che sei venuto senza che ti toccassi?” Barty murmurs around the toothbrush in his mouth, his free hand of course grabbing Evan’s ass.

“Bee, I’ve been dreaming about you sitting on my face for ages.” Evan replies before washing the soap off his face and then drying his face with a towel. “Of course I’m gonna cum the moment I get to do it.”

“Mh…” Barty spits out in the sink and rinses his mouth, putting away his toothbrush next to Evan’s in the cup.

“Don’t you ‘Mh’ me Mr. I always have my hands on my boyfriend’s ass.” Evan playfully shoves him and points at the hand belonging to Barty in his boxers.

“Non è colpa mia se hai un culo fantastico.” Barty says matter-of-factly. “Se tu non fossi così sconvolto dal fatto che io voglia tenerti il cazzo a caso durante la giornata, il tuo culo verrebbe disturbato molto meno frequentemente.”

Barty gets a towel thrown at him before being pushed against the wall and kissed hungrily.

Notes:

Thank you for reading!!