V doesn't manage to really meet Connor's gaze just given their positioning but the clear desire for Connor to fuck him was plain as day on his features. He didn't even realize he was holding his breath as he waited for Connor's approval or denial. When Connor called him a good boy he sighed in relief and his grip on the sheets relaxed a little. As Connor pressed the tip of his cock back against and into V he was rewarded with a purr of pleasure that transformed into a grunt at the force of Connor's full entrance.

"For you," he grumbled as Connor paused to appreciate his prize. For as much as he acted like this had absolutely put him out V was well aware how much he enjoyed the feeling of Connor in him and how far he was willing to lower himself to keep Connor fucking him. He'd feed that ego and give Connor power over him any day as long as it resulted in this.

He momentarily let go of himself as Connor's fingers dug into his hips and he felt every single one of those thrusts for every inch of Connor. It didn't take long for each thrust to be accompanied with V's voice as he vocalized his pleasure for Connor to hear. It took him longer than V would like to admit before he managed to collect himself to speak despite Connor's relentless pace.

"See... How much better... This is?" Despite the fact he was being absolutely railed he managed a level of smugness that he had no right to have.