Blake chuckled and tore the last remaining buttons off of Jack's shirt as he hungrily removed it from the banshee's body. He gripped Jack's pants, belt and all, and pushed Jack down onto the bed, climbing after him once he was free of his own shirt. The belt and the pants took a bit more precision than just tearing clothing, but Blake filled the space of time with another searing kiss delivered to Jack's mouth.
Then Jack was free and Blake pulled back to tug his pants down, crawling backwards on the bed to remove them fully and toss them aside. Then, on the edge of the bed and resting on his knees, Blake stabbed Jack with a look as he undid his own pants. His eyes poured over the bare skin of the banshee, his own blood heated and his hardness so grateful to be freed from the pants.
Blake's pants were kicked off onto the floor along with his underwear and he made his way back onto the bed, starting at Jack's calves and kissing his way up one leg like Jack was a buffet and Blake was trying each entree.