V had no way of knowing what Connor was thinking and what he wished, all that V knew is he felt the way Connor tensed against him in his own release, and V couldn't help but press himself into Connor and shift his hips to ensure that Connor was as far inside of him as was possible. As he came down from his high his breathing shifted from a desperate pant to controlled breathing, forced long and slow. He shivered as Connor's hands ran over his back from the relative rarity of the motion, but he liked it. He wanted to feel it more.

There's comfort in Connor helping him back off his knees and to his side, curling up against the body he'd come to bitterly miss. V went to try to tuck that cowlick of Connor's back but he froze as Connor kissed his forehead. He couldn't recall the last time someone showed this kind of affection for him - it must have been when he was a kid (a kid kid, not kid like how he used the word to talk about anyone under the age of 24). His eyes closed and his hand came to gently rest against Connor's cheek. V's jaw set as he felt his throat grow tight with emotion.

He swallowed and forced his eyes open before he could get too lost in it. His hand wrapped around to gently hold the back of Connor's neck as V carefully nosed his way to kiss Connor's throat. His breath was hot as he spoke, letting his lips brush against Connor's skin.

"I-" love you "missed you so much."