As Connor complimented him there might have been a faint flush to his cheeks that wasn't normally there, his heart picking up the pace a little at the compliment. He didn't know why: this was nothing new between them except that it was after such a terrible fight if one could even call it that. His breathing grew more unsteady as Connor picked it up a little more.

"Pick a day." V knew that he was always at some level of mercy when it came to Connor, generally helpless if he wanted to have sex. He knew Connor was at least in a similar position. Spending a day together just in bed sounded like a wonderful way to spend the day together. "Any one."

As Connor's head moved closer V's grip tightened to discourage the movement. He wanted to harden his face and put on a tough exterior, but that was impossible given how Connor distracted him between his legs. When Connor deactivated his skin V's hand jerked back a little from the sudden loss of grip and his breathing hitched as Connor's lips found his neck.

"That's... Not fair'n you know it." His hand fell to rest at the back of Connor's neck, the touch light with his hand just resting against Connor. Eventually, he seemed to grip gently at the back of Connor's neck as if to test the waters for the controlling grip. There was a marked hesitancy to it.