It's all Connor needed to hit his own orgasm- just knowing that V is at his own end, clenching around him. He wishes, in that moment, that he could fill V. He wants the mess, even. Just knowing that V was full of more than just his cock would have made Connor satisfied... or maybe that's the orgasm talking, and he's at the point where reason leaves him and all he can think about are the ways he wants to mark V and make him his.

It doesn't matter, ultimately. And by the time he's left panting and sliding his hands along V's back fondly, the feeling has mostly passed. All he feels now is a deep affection, and he pulls out and helps V turn back over so that he can curl up beside him and cradle him in his arms. Pressing his lips to V's forehead, he smiles to himself. He missed V so much, it really feels as though something has slotted back into place again and things are just right with the world now.