Barty said nothing, realising that Sam was expecting him to make fun of him and, if nothing else, he liked proving Sam wrong. Besides, he had been pent up for the past half hour, of course it didn't take him long. He kissed along his jaw and then smiled against his neck, pulling his hand back but only so he could wrap his arm around him instead. "Feels good."

Perhaps he should qualify that somewhat. "Your cock, I mean. Let me do that for you again some time, eh?"

Seemed like a good deal. "Think you'll sleep better now?"