Oh that sound...when Fletcher made that, Zach just arched a little closer with his entire body, wanting to feel more of that, to hear it, to oh...be made to moan and groan and shout Fletcher's name so loud it tested the protection on his office. Yes, however Fletcher wanted to take him on the desk, Zach moaned imagining it.
His eyes ate Fletcher's skin up as it became revealed. Oh he had been getting it to the stage of able to come off, yes, and he already saw some red marks where his nails had been, but they were fading already, not nearly strong enough. And Zach couldn't see Fletcher's back, mmmm, yes that was going to be within reach this way, mm? He didn't know if it bore marks, probably not from him as it had been a little while, but that could be changed.
His legs parted a little, and Zach arched into the touch. But Fletcher commanded, and Zach shivered at the tone of his voice. He leaned back, impressed by the size of the desk, which fit him well. "Oooh, yes yes please," Zach moaned at being dragged closer. His legs were wide enough, and they moved to wrap themselves around Fletcher's waist.