Ennis bent his head, his forehead pressed to Jack's shoulder. Keeping the one hand tot he counter for balance and resistance, his other hand dropped and curled around Jack. he knocked the man's hand out of the way, taking over the stroking of his cock, gasping at the first contact, as if he'd expected to find something else, something less.
He said not a word, made no audible sound but the gasps he couldn't contain. He rubbed his face against Jack's back, his lips pressing to his shoulder as hips rocked forward, as he rutted himself to a place of pure, unfiltered, raw pleasure.