Fletcher smirked against his skin, moving his hands to start undoing buttons. The time for moving slow was...well, past him. He slid the shirt off, giving a pleased hum as he looked at him. "Very pretty, aren't we?"
His hands went back to undoing his trousers as he pressed his lips against Zach's. He pushed his pants down over his hips, humming once more at the feeling. He really needed to be more vocal. Fletcher was going to find exactly what made that happen. It was his goal. He pushed him sharply against the wall, nibbling on his lower lip.