Brendan's response was a guffaw that held somewhere between a chuckle and a moan. For a moment, he did not move as he kissed Van with his eyes shut. When he broke away, he was slightly breathless. "Alright," he murmured, "let's shift a little."
Despite his large size, when Brendan moved around and repositioned Van, he was surprisingly gentle. There were kissed as he placed Van on his back, there were kisses as he raised up his legs and put them on his ankles, there were kisses as he slowly entered Van again.
And then, he wrapped his hands around Van's ankles and stood back up straight. There was a tiny, wicked grin before Brendan started picking up steam, going all for it. A light sheen of sweat started covering his frame as he started going faster and faster and faster...