Ennis didn't need long. he was wound up and worked up and excited on a number of levels. Sex was an outlet for him, especially with Jack. The rough edge, the depth of the connection, spurred him on. He grunted, growled, and pressed his head to Jack's back as he rutted against him.
Arching up, his free hand found leverage at the middle of Jack's back, as if to hold him down. His hips sped up, his hand matched the pace, as Ennis felt himself teetering toward the edge of release.