His hips dug into the desk. Pushing up or not, the force of Fletcher's hips pushed him forward, well as much as it could. The desk was remarkably steady, and Zach was trying to push off of it, back against Fletcher, but it was hard to concentrate on that. The warmth first told him about Fletcher leaning over, even before their skin touched. Fletcher was hot, and Zach was burning hot too.
His head leaned up, and Fletcher's voice fell into his ear, making Zach shiver slightly. "Aah- oooooh," Zach's head fell back down at the movement. His whole body was pushed harder into the desk, his arms painfully sliding down the desk. But that was good pain, and the way it dug against his hips, the bones themselves it felt like in some places, Zach arched up against Fletcher, even as the muscles in his arms, hands, contracted more. "Fletch- ah fuck, nnnngh," he groaned low.