Finney's never as grateful that he's flexible as he is in moments like these. Whenever Al has his knee pressed against his own chest, fucking him in a split, the younger man can't help the soft laughs of joy, knowing the elder's deeper inside of him than usual.
His fingers shoot up to curl around the grate of the van, needing something desperately to hold onto as he feels the tip of his lover's cock kiss his cervix.
"Fuck, you fill me up so good," he gasps, tears glazing his eyes as he looks down from Al's eyes to where they're joined.
— @mintarmmed, unprompted.
God, even after all these years Finney still feels so fucking good. But he's his good boy, his special boy, born into this world precisely so they could meet, and Albert would never forget it.
Finney swears in pleasure and Albert laughs, pressing a maskless forehead to the boy's sweaty temple and huffing warmly over his skin. Fresh from what should have been a simple trip to the store, the cloth of Albert's black facemask is bunched beneath his chin, exposing lips gone pink from kissing. He and Finney have been in love for so long, though, that his exposed face hardly mattered any more.
"It's because you were made for me," he coos, "my beautiful boy."
And Finney opens up for him like it, too-- his pussy is so soft, so wet, so fucking pliant around the fat length of Albert's cock he feels like a dream. He sighs, sets both his hands beneath Finney's knees, and lifts until the boy's at his mercy.
(Outside, the van keeps bouncing.)
"Mm, you like looking at it, don't you? At how much you have to stretch to take me?" Albert grins, pulling nearly all the way out. His cock, flushed with arousal and shiny with Finney's slick, is swiftly thrust back in until he's balls deep again. "You were so fucking cute today, Finney, helping me pick out bedsheets.
"Like a little wife. My sweet boy wife. Bet you'd like that too, huh?"