It wasn't enough, again. Zach had thrown himself entirely into having his way with the very fine chest, but there were nice abs his hand couldn't help but slip down across, and they felt...actually there was a bit of stickiness, from before. Giving one last goodbye nip, Zach's mouth slid farther down, and he dropped to his knees to accommodate the height his mouth wanted to be at.
His hand ran over the abs, resting a moment on Fletcher's hips, but his mouth focused on cleaning up what of the mess had gotten on Fletcher's stomach, tasting a mix of sweat and himself in his mouth. As an area became clean, he used his teeth on the skin. Fletcher liked teeth - Zach was getting that message loud and clear. And Zach was wondering what kinds of techniques Fletcher was partial toward farther south.