V's breathing was heavy and he might have been vaguely frustrated when he found that Connor didn't take his bait after all. It was a symptom of them knowing each other too well, perhaps. If he were to be honest then he would hope to be freed from this with great haste, but every single piece of him relished the way that Connor looked at him while he was like this, treated him, made this last. V relished the way Connor was winding him up and he couldn't wait until Connor decided it was finally time to act on the ache between his legs.

He exhaled heavily as Connor's hand rested on his hips with fingers on his bare stomach, and then reaching down between his legs. V squirmed some under Connor's touch as he tried to lean back into him. Worst case the tentacles would catch him with how tangled he was in this mess. How he wished Connor's hand was inside of his pants instead of outside...

"Then maybe you should get to it instead'f fuckin' 'round." Connor was right: he was impatient, and they did have plenty of time. It was so hard to remember that when every stimulus just built want upon want upon want and he had literally no self-control when it came to Connor.