Scotty followed not long after, the feeling of Jack's release triggering his own; when he'd finished, he let out a shuddering breath and sank back against the bed, his hands still in Jack's hair, and he was fairly certain that moving was not very high up on his list of things to do any time soon. It took a few moments, too, for him to catch his breath enough to say anything. He sighed, a soft, low sound of contentment, and murmured Jack's name, and that was all Jack was going to get out of him for a few minutes at least.