Zach was not really able to see, but he felt, and his eyes shut, which made the white a bit less bright, but the blood pounded in his head. And he, oh yes, yes, yes, he only felt what he had been feeling, and yea, it oh, fuck, it was down to each moment, each thrust, each bite. and Zach pulled Fletcher closer and closer because he couldn't push himself up, and he wanted...needed...was just right-
He caught what Fletcher said. Or rather, he heard it somewhere in the back of his mind, and the incoherent rambling slowly resembled Fletcher's name, over and over and over. "Fletch Fletch Fletcher oh Fletch Fletch Fletch Fletch mmmnn Fletcher Fletchfletchfletchfletchfletch," Zach was absolutely shouting Fletcher's name as he finally came.