Barty certainly did have skilled hands. He knew what he was doing and he knew where he wanted his hands to me. It was good, he knew that, and he didn't really have to fake any desire or affection like he usually did. Those fake moans were replaced with real ones that he wasn't used to having.

"Shit. If you keep going like that, I'm gonna come." Bill warned breathlessly, not wanting to come too early and ruin what they were doing but he had to say something. He hated being punished for coming when he wasn't supposed to.