Leaning on his forearms, Zach prepared to push back, as much as he could. Not having done it against a desk or similarly shaped object, Zach wasn't sure if it would work, but he had to try. His back curved over the desk as such, and it arched against the nails, the kisses, his head pulling up. "Mmm," Zach moaned, exhaling loudly as Fletcher began to fuck him again. His hips pushed back without thinking.
A smile floated over his face at the compliment, and his hands palmed the desk. He wanted to do more, which for the most part, involved the desk itself. Zach wanted to feel Fletcher's skin beneath his fingernails, but this, oh, Zach moaned even louder, yes, nails on him.