Everything felt so good - from the way his face pressed into the sheets, the way Connor's knuckles felt against his scalp, Connor in him and then not and then in and then not so fast. He could feel Connor's affection somewhere in the mess of pleasure and genuine joy.

"I'll be g-," he tried to start but he choked with one of Connor's thrusts. "A good boy." He didn't strain against Connor's grip or anything, but he did try to steal a look at Connor. "Your good boy."

He was good for his word: he stayed right where he was, moving only if Connor directed him by hair or by command. He wasn't holding himself back - it had been long since he'd really needed reminding from Connor. He knew that Connor liked to hear every sound he made no matter how loud or little. He vocalized every small moan and grunt, every time he moaned Connor's name aloud. V wouldn't make it very long like this with the way Connor's own pleasure was rolling into his own.

"Connor, just-" His voice caught in his throat again before he reached up and his hand came to rest loosely on the hand Connor clenched in his hair. He wasn't trying to pull Connor's hand away or get out of anything, he just wanted to touch him.