"Hey, not my choice, cowboy. An' I still can't exactly feel-" The rest of the sentence was lost to a rush of breath as his back crashed against the wall. He grunted, and despite hoping for what had happened, he couldn't fight the initial tension, the hands to Ennis' shoulders, an ingrained fight-or-flight kind of response. Still, once he felt the lips on his, the hands roughly claiming his hips and groin, he gave in easily enough- but not without acting in kind.