A shiver ran up Fletcher's spine at the feeling of Zach's nails on his thighs and his hand squeezed Zach's shoulder. He made a small sound of encouragement as Zach started to move lower. Yes. Sweet Merlin, yes. Fletcher was glad to see his previous desires were panning out, even if he had no control over them.
His eyelids fluttered closed the closer Zach's mouth got. Just a little closer. Only a little and- "Yes. Fuck." The last word came out as a deep groan, body arching toward Zach.