Distracted wasn't the right word, but mildly occupied perhaps yes by the kissing and being close to Fletcher again with the opportunity to get shagged senseless. Zach loved shopping, don't get him wrong, but it was just wrong with some people to spend that much time in their presence without getting shagged. Quickly remedied here.
Zach moaned as he felt the wood pressing against him, digging into his hips in a deliciously painful way. Oh yes, he imagined the way it would dig in as Fletcher fucked him so hard it bruised purple. He moaned against Fletcher's mouth, pressing against Fletcher's leg. Oh, he was hard already. "Yes, yes, yes," Zach moaned loudly in response to the question. His hands were already slipping lower, unbuttoning every button they passed.
Oh, more questions, hard so hard. Both senses, yeaaa, Zach's fingers dug in at that promise. "How about once each way?" Zach suggested with a grin at the thought. The competing images were too hard to choose from.