Scotty hardly even registered that he'd said it; he was too busy focusing on matching Jack's pace to be much aware of what he was saying, and like Jack, he wasn't trying to drag this out as long as possible. Not that he wanted to rush it, either, but it wasn't like there wouldn't be ample opportunity for a second go, if they felt so inclined. It wasn't much longer before Scotty's string of Gaelic tapered off into little more than breathless moaning, with Jack's name interjected every so often; he arched into the other man, burying his hands in Jack's hair again.