At the question, Van nodded with a breathless "Yeah." Brendan's arms around him actually felt pretty nice, like he was cocooned in a shield of warm muscles and smooth skin. What he would be when he came out of that shield, Van didn't have the slightest idea, but it was still a welcoming thought to let it linger. Someone had told him once - Who had that been? Tanek, maybe? - that being held by someone was so great. Van was skeptical, but now he had a glimpse. Maybe whoever told him that was at least partially right.
Brendan then started moving moving in him-- No, Van was moving on Brendan. Every time he was lowered down, Van's hips would curl forward to take him in. Each time he came down, he saw stars in his vision and held on tighter to Brendan with a moan. "Fuck, Bren," Van groaned out. "I want to take all of it. Fucking give it to me." Van didn't care if he was going to be sore for the next few days. It would be so worth it. He locked eyes with Brendan and his own were dark spots that glinted when they caught the light.