Part of the fun was watching V wrestle with his thoughts here. Connor is ready to counter as soon as V tenses to move, but luckily for V he reconsiders. He clicks his tongue at the first attempt at pleading- not good enough- but the second try gets Connor to pause in his movements.

Part of the appeal here is, he knows, the power trip. He's not particularly proud of himself for liking it so much but it is what it is. So when he hears V beg finally, his cock throbs in his hand and his eyes set their lidded gaze on the other man's face for a moment. Looking for the desperation he just got a taste of.

"Good boy." He smiles pleasantly and shifts behind V, lining back up to press the tip of his cock back inside him. Then he snaps his hips forward, feeling that tight heat around him again, and he groans as he appreciates how it feels for a moment before he sets a hard pace. His fingers dig into V's hips as he pulls him back onto his dick in time with his thrusting, making sure he's balls deep with every wet slap.