It had started to harden, but Zach was able to clean Fletcher up entirely. But as such, a decent amount of time had passed without his mouth dipping any lower. His nails raked down Fletcher's thighs, and his mouth found Fletcher's treasure trail. It was rather light, but Zach didn't need a map.
He neither rushed nor paused. Zach finished nibbling on a small patch of skin as his head finally came to the level he had been heading since first biting Fletcher's neck. He just hadn't realized it then. The anticipation had him licking his lips. They wrapped around him, making Zach moan - muffled - and his hands came back up to help.