Fletcher smirked slightly at Zach's reaction. Silly, puppet. It almost seemed like he didn't think he was going to get more. Fletcher wasn't going to leave someone to their own devices after that performance. He moved his hand down, wrapping his hand around him. "Yes," he said quietly, a hint of amusement to his voice as he started nibbling along his neck. "So pretty." He moved his hand slowly, an arm moving to wrap around Zach's abs securely.
A quiet groan came out of Zach’s throat, excited and a bit impatient. Zach wasn’t expecting Fletcher to rush, but the man was moving so slowly. He had already recovered and been getting turned on for quite some time without any attention at all. So teasing, so little, but how Fletcher stood, his arm around Zach’s body, pressing close promised more, anticipated more to come. His hips pushed forward in encouragement, and Zach nodded. Yes. He breathed hard and bit at his lip.
Fletcher tried not to chuckle before his hand started to move faster and he moved his thumb over the head briefly with each stroke. He hummed thoughtfully, biting down on Zach’s neck. He used a few tricks, doing his best to get Zach’s knees to buckle. He hadn’t gotten the privilege so far. He’d be lying if he said it hadn’t been on his mind for a good portion of the night.
His hips jutted forward the first time Fletcher’s thumb swept across the head, yes. Mmm, message across. Zach breathed harder and louder, mouth dropping open and no longer holding his lip captive. His hand squeezed hard into Fletcher’s side at the bite, oh the bite. Zach liked kisses and nibbles, but his neck reacted far more strongly to a heavier use of teeth. And he, and Fletcher- Zach’s second hand reached back behind his shoulder, digging into Fletcher’s, pulling him closer, and Zach moaned, body pressing hard against Fletcher’s for support.
Fletcher’s lips curved up into a smile as he continued to move his hand. He made a small noise muffled against Zach’s neck. He allowed himself to bite down just a bit harder. He tightened his hold on Zach’s body as he pushed against him. Oh, yes. His eyes were still slightly open, looking along Zach’s body. Visuals were always nice, and he planned to watch until Zach was finished. If it went well enough, perhaps there would be a repeat in an otherwise...less elevator-shaped area. He focused on what he was doing again, running his tongue over the teeth marks.
“Oooh,” Zach moaned when Fletcher bit down, tilting his head farther away from Fletcher’s to give more room. He couldn’t move in that grip, so tight, and his arms worked with it, Fletcher the only thing in arm’s distance to help support him. His noises became more constant, a mess of syllables that mostly didn’t make sense with vague semblances of Fletcher’s name. Zach couldn’t see down his body, but he saw a shadow-y reflection in the corner of his eye on the golden doors. Only shapes, but hot, and Zach watched as his body shivered.
Fletcher let his grip loosen a little, readjusting his hold. He smirked at the sounds, coming from Zach as he bit another part of his neck. Yes. He hummed, a pleased expression forming on his face. Zach’s reaction, the sounds he was making. They were enough to pull a small one out of himself. That was what he was looking for. Fletcher licked and kissed and sucked at the teeth marks, moving his hand faster as he tried to pull Zach over the edge.
His hands loosened, tightened, pulled...clung. The biting forced noises out of his throat, and his knees threatened to lock to stay up. And he had been trying, to keep himself up, but Fletch was, mmm, oh Zach felt groans ripping out of his throat. Impossible to stop now, and he wasn’t trying, wasn’t resisting, couldn’t resist that. Zach shouted out loudly and tried to keep a grip on what he found underneath his hands, but his body grew tight, hot, and the room felt bright. His head fell back, the tightening across his body not enough to hold himself up.