Zach hardly could tell where his body was for the sensations overloading him. The desk was bruising at his hips but more than that, along his back, his shoulders too, bloody awesome. And his arse, his arse...getting pounded and so hard his body's efforts at arching into it failed, couldn't, getting pushed down into the desk. And fuck fuck, yes, so white hot...his vision, and his neck stretched tight. "Oh fucking god, Fletch-"
His hands needed something to hold onto, and his fingers dug into Fletcher's back in an attempt to do so, but the movements jolted them around, so that they did not so much as scrape from his movements but from Fletcher's. Zach's heart raced, and he felt the bite against his neck, near the pulsing point, and was that bleeding? Zach wasn't sure, but the sucking felt good...so different compared to the rest. "Fletch it yes Fletchfletchfletch," Zach moaned incoherently.