[ Jack's laugh is muffled but it does vibrate through his lips at the reaction, he actually does know that he makes people's knees weak when he does this. While he can easily get a grip on Jim's ass, it probably won't help him from collapsing as it goes, so he pulls off to collect his breath. The floor actually feels pretty nice under his knees, it's not hard like a lot of training rooms, probably because it is made for people to maybe end up sparring and falling down on it. ]

Lie down, gorgeous, don't hurt yourself. Take off your shirt while you're at it.

[ He's going to let Jim do that while he unbuttons his shirt and tosses it off, his tighter white t-shirt underneath going next. Jack isn't built as perfect as Jim is, but he is still in excellent shape for his visible age, let alone for his actual age. ]

As you can tell, I have no gag reflex, so feel free to fuck my mouth to your heart's content, alright?