And the chest. It wasn't just the nipples, as much as he loved them in his mouth. He admired the fit chest he had such a great view of, and seeing it just required biting and sucking it. Fletcher was fit, fit, and Zach liked the taste of his skin. His mouth breathed over the skin, lips just not touching for a moment before his teeth returned to get a larger taste, rolling the nub between his teeth.
His eyes glanced up for a moment, his view expanding to take in the marked neck, part of the face, and in the corner of his eye, the arms which were reaching behind him. Yes, Zach felt his hands- Not bare flesh. Marked. Zach loved tattoos, but it wasn't just some tattoo with personal meaning. Zach had never seen one that close before. But the skin he was biting was much more interesting at the moment. And his attention returned back fully to where it had been.