Fletcher looked down as Zach dropped onto his knees. Oh, he approved of this idea an exceptional amount. He readjusted his hold on Zach's hair. He groaned at the feeling of Zach's mouth on his abs and he leaned into the other man's attentions. Fletcher bit down on his lower lip for a moment, letting go of Zach's hair with one hand and placing it on the man's shoulder.
Teeth were wonderful. No. Wonderful was too clean of a descriptor. They were absolutely fucking brilliant. However, it was better to use them sparingly around more sensitive areas. Especially where this seemed to be headed. Very sparingly.