Jack growled a little, weeks of riding and walking without rest making his whole body ache, something only compounded by Ennis' rough treatment. Still, his resistence to the assault was minimal, at best- he was wound up, too, needing Ennis' touch almost as much as he needed to do it.
Hands grasped and tugged at fabric, trying to help with the quest to get them both naked, withough paying much attention to the state of the clothes, or his own personal comfort. He'd been in the same rags for a month, anyway- he would be glad to get out of them.