V managed to keep his face straight as Connor's hips started to move again, but he couldn't stop his breathing from already starting to fall uneven even before Connor's hand reaches below and his fingers find its mark. His breath grew more uneven as his clit grew hard with Connor's skilled touch, his body betraying him with at first twitches, and then, after a less than valiant struggle, the squirming Connor was looking for. V was pinned beneath Connor so he couldn't shift to try to deny him his fun.

"If I'm a mess it's your fault," he said as his voice started to shake. He knew that Connor knew this and that's what Connor partially drew pleasure from. The hand he had on Connor's shoulder reached into Connor's hair and gripped tightly. He was pulling back just enough to force Connor's chin up a little, though it wasn't like V would be able to do much more. "'S what you want though, isn't it?"