Van wasn't so far gone that he missed Brendan's moment. He saw Bren's face and felt him come. It was satisfying to know that fucking him could make Brendan come. Then Van was seeing stars and thought he might've even blacked out for a second, so good was the orgasm. He was gasping for breath with his eyes shut and his grip relaxed on the bench, leaving behind finger-shaped dents.
"Oh my fucking god." Van finally spoke. He opened his eyes again and stretched slowly out on the bench, sweat gleaming on his skin. "Gonna need your help to the shower again, big guy."