He knew he wasn't ready, wasn't prepared, wasn't lubricated, but Zach felt himself pulling Fletcher closer, as he could. Standing up as such, he was out of reach, and that was a whole different kind of teasing for Zach, having to wait when he could see, when he could...well movement was limited, but he was on a desk, Fletcher's desk. And he wanted it. And there, that helped, made him ready without much effort. So yes, he nodded at the comment, legs pulling Fletcher's hips in as Zach felt him penetrating him.
His hands came up, scratching and digging into Fletcher's sides and back as soon as it was in reach. Oh yes, it was, it was. And Zach arched into the bite, his head turning a little to the side. His nails were light, for being with Fletcher, but Zach was trying to rock his hips up against Fletcher until he moved. The hard desk digging in didn't matter, only made it more..."Oh, Fletch, fuck," Zach groaned, as his hips weren't able to push up as much, and that bite, fuck. His nails dug in.