Jack was contrastingly silent as he let Ennis do as he wanted, focusing his energy on working the cover off of Ennis' belt buckle. He peeled away the layers of fabric just enough to get his hand inside, to grop Ennis with a matching roughness. He held his own in the kiss, but didn't bother to try and fight for dominance; it could come later, but for now, he knew Ennis would have to work out some of his aggression, or Jack wouldn't be walking away from things easliy.