The kisses as Brendan entered him again from this new position were met with a soft moan and a gasp from Van's mouth. He reached back to hold tightly onto the bench, knuckles turning white as Brendan's wicked grin brought faster and stronger thrusts.
Van had never felt so full, or penetrated so deep. His body writhed wildly, but within the confines of Brendan's pace and his hands on his ankles. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck--!" He paused to gasp in a breath and arched his back so that only his shoulders were touching the bench then. And then. "Bren! Fucking-- You feel so good. I'm gonna-- oh fuck! I'm--" He'd looked up at Brendan just then, saw his tell muscled form gleaming with sweat, and the image and the sensations he was giving him were enough to make Van fly over the edge. He came with a whimpered, and yet angry cry onto his own stomach.