He hitched a leg up around Jack's waist, changing up the angle a bit and God it was good. Arching against Jack, he didn't bother trying to hold back the way he moaned this time, matching the other man's rhythm. "Jack," he said, breathless, and once again that was all he managed for a few moments. "God, Jack--" He switched over to Gaelic then, the words punctuated by each thrust of Jack's hips.