“But the guard gets in—in and out—!” This time it isn’t so much Zach who’s at fault but Aron’s brain working him into a frenzy; Zach just takes advantage thrusting once into Aron’s thigh. The thigh falls open and Aron moans. “Gets.” Aron licks his lips, panting. “In through the door before the system ha—dammit!”
Smirking, Zach has lifted himself completely off of Aron. He lifts Aron’s legs on his shoulders, one by one, the other hand pinching and caressing Aron’s stomach. Aron is hard. So hard, and wet, and delicious.
Aron whimpers. He probably feels exposed. And he is. Aron is on display for Zach to touch and smell his warm scent and taste the subtle flavor of his skin.