That Connor was holding back his own moans was somewhat of a disappointment to V, sure, but it was Connor that was calling the shots and it wasn't his place to comment either way about it. Not that he felt he could really form words given the way Connor was channeling their Manna. The effect was what Connor hoped for: the longer he continued the more he squirmed beneath Connor and strained against Connor's grip, whining when Connor held him firm.

He gave a whiney moan when Connor commanded him and gripped his hair tighter. He squirmed more beneath Connor because of it, straining more against Connor's grip though he was destined to fail. His hand fell away from Connor's wrist and back to the bedding. V didn't need to be told twice - he didn't even need to hear the command as much as just hear Connor's voice in that low, firm tone. He came, shuddering beneath Connor, speaking in gasps.

He spoke as he came, his voice growing weaker with each word until his speech fell apart into moans that in time with each of Connor's thrusts for as long as Connor continued. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm, I..." There was more on his tongue, really, something else the love-drunk part of him wanted to say while he was still muddled enough in pleasure and lost in a mixture of his own and Connor's affection to say it.