A soft whine came from Jack and his hips twitched eagerly up into Greg's hand. His hand not gripping the counter squeezed the man's ass in return when he giggled at the grope, but then he was focusing on his tongue sliding against Greg's once more as the hand that had been groping the back slid around to grop the front, Jack thinking it only fair, what with Greg having his hand up his skirt and all.