Zach had adrenaline shooting through his whole body, and he was already turned on just looking at Fletcher's desk, but he couldn't show a thing of that, not at all, just yet. He kept his eyes off the desk, to help with the matter, and listened to the polite and formal way Fletcher spoke to him. And oh bloody hell yes Zach wanted to close the door. But he moved at a normal pace, which felt like inching slowly, as was requested. Oh yes, Zach thought with a smile, he could be very good at doing what he was told.
His heard beat faster at the lock turning on the door, magical one, not just muggle. And given this was Fletcher's office, Zach doubted it was the only protection. There had to be silencing charms - Fletcher liked sounds - and Zach's fantasies about sex on a desk had never much involved being quiet. His eyes watched the items fly off, which was probably for the best - no broken items to explain or anything. Zach hadn't even thought about it to then, a bit more focused on the...Fletcher...desk...sex aspects of it.
"Not at all," Zach replied in the time it took Fletcher to get to him. Zach's hands came up, one slipping into Fletcher's hair and the other pulling him closer. His body pressed close, already getting well turned on, and if Fletcher hadn't realized how hot Zach thought this was, he was going to quickly learn otherwise.