The pressure already building between his legs and behind his groin fuel his movements, his free hand now grabbing at V's thigh to lift his leg for a better angle. The words V stammers out make his heart hammer in his chest though, and he bites at his neck to leave marks behind that won't fade as easily as those red ones he left before. V's moans fill his ears and he moans in turn, pounding into him until the bed creaks and moves with them.

He's desperate to find release, but he also doesn't want this to end. There's a possessiveness in the way he marks V, a sense that right now V is all his, and his alone. He's never wanted anyone more than he wants V right now.

His nails dig into V's thigh and leave raised red crescents behind, and he feels himself getting closer to finishing already. He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't sure V was in the same boat. Under his breath, he mutters as he trembles. "Fuck- V-"