Anticipation had changed just lying there from being soothing and a gentle relaxation after to a slightly impatient waiting for more. Zach wasn't pushing Fletcher along, but each opportunity for movement had his brain going, "Now?!" Finally, to him, Fletcher lifted himself up, and while that lost the warmth of being close together, Zach's body was too excited by what was going to come to mourn the loss. Presents? Zach guessed that had something to do with biting or scratching or something, but he didn't really understand what Fletcher meant.
But it felt good, and his body arched into the movements, distracted enough that the question of what was going to happen was a small one. And it was a strange mix - to both know and not know what was going to happen. And hot. And Zach made a little noise at the bites, as he liked them, but they weren't at any sensitive spots. And Fletcher was right there, but no, Zach wanted to get fucked again.
Being on his back meant Zach couldn't really run or scramble around to do so, but the jolt to do so still ran up his spine. "Oh yes," Zach half-moaned, half-spoke, as he quickly brought his hands down to the desk to help push himself off of it. Once off, twisting around was easy enough, and his eyes looked down at the surface, trying to look for anything to help him brace against to push back. Hmm, if nothing else, his forearms.