Jack let himself be spun around, shuddering as he felt the cold air hit the bare skin of his ass. His forehead pressed into the wood of the wall, eyes closing as he shoved out a shaky breath.
"Fuck, Ennis," The words were a soft growl, imperative in nature. As close to a command as Jack would dare to get, this exposed to the other man.
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