Miles couldn't quite put a finger on what Zach seemed to be denying, nor did he care. The kisses were different from those he shared with Astoria, Draco, or Pansy. These were driven by pure lust. They didn't know each other, there were no feelings, just raw instinct and it was kicking into high gear. Zach wasn't saying much but he showed no signs of stopping while Miles pressed in with a second finger. The spell had done it's job well, now it was just for pleasure.
He pulled back, breathless himself. He let Zach watch his face for a moment, giving him the look of pure lust. It was predatory and primal. He removed his fingers, watching the man's face at the loss of sensation. A smirk tugged at his lips and locks of dark hair fell over his eyes. He lifted Zach's arms and turned him slowly, positioning him so he was leaning against the wall on his elbows. Miles drew a finger across Zach's cheek. "You don't have to say a word. I know how much you want me." He leaned against the man, both obscured by Miles' open robes. His cock pressed up against Zach, teasing him.