Jack growled at the rough motion used to turn him, but it was a sound of arousal, not of anger. If that wasn't painfully clear from the look on his face, the insistent pressure of his hips moving back to meet Ennis' thrust was hard to mistake. He grunted loudly when he felt Ennis breach him, a stifled noise of surprise, but he was just as soon, working himself into the motion as much as he could.