Fletcher groaned at the feeling of Zach's nails on his skin. Thank Merlin for black robes. He loved this. The feeling of being pressed against someone, knowing full well they wanted whatever you might give them...for the most part. He was a Slytherin. He liked power and control and having all of that even when he was in no control over his body.
Humming softly, he stepped back just a little to watch Zach undress. He couldn't help but smile before finishing taking off his own clothing. No more clothes was a very good plan. He let his clothes fall to the floor, eyes flicking up to look at Zach...and oh, what a sight it was. A pretty boy sitting naked on his desk. It was enough to make him want to jump Zach right there, but no. He had to be polite. Well, as polite as you could be.
Fletcher grabbed his wand, groaning low as he got closer once again. His free hand ran over Zach's thigh, reveling in the feeling. "On your back," he said, not waiting long before he pulled him closer so his arse was easily accessible.