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V always loved the way that Connor looked him over as if he were a piece of art to be admired. And truly, yes, V looked at Connor the same way when he wasn't so impatient he could scarce remember to breathe. He squirmed under Connor as the man gave himself a little breathing room, but it grew more as Connor started on his jeans.

He was so wet already from this exchange that V knew that his inner thighs were already slick even before Connor's hand slipped between his legs. His squirming grew as the hand slipped between his legs, his body strained up against Connor as Connor played with him. He moaned loudly into the kiss as he struggled. He was so desperate under Connor's hand. He wanted to be fucked blind.

V was clumsy in his desperation as he wriggled out of his clothes. That Connor couldn't even hold back made V want all of this that much more: Connor usually kept himself so composed in comparison. He did his best to help Connor out of his own prison, but somewhere along the way, it turned into V stroking Connor with one skilled hand that was hot from his pent-up wanting. He wanted to feel how hard Connor was in his hand before he felt it deep between his legs.

The hand on his cock has him bucking into it, hot and hard in V's fingers. He almost doesn't bother taking his jeans off all the way, but he decides he'd rather have them on the floor than potentially getting in the way later. He hurries out of them and thrusts a little more forcefully into V's grip, knowing that V wants him to be buried inside him- it's as close to teasing as Connor can get right now.

He can't wait, though. He takes V's hand away from his cock and links their fingers together, his free hand positioning himself between V's legs. V is so wet he presses in easily, and Connor shudders as he leans in, pressing the hand he's holding back against the sheets and starting to move. He kisses V like he's been starving for it, moving down to his neck to huff against his skin.

"I missed you." His hips snap forward of their own accord, setting a rough pace. "I missed you so much." He leaves kisses down V's jaw, his throat, his shoulder- anywhere he can reach. His voice is hushed, his words only for V.

The way Connor bucked in his grip made V smirk. That Connor was finally on the same level as he was in desperation was somehow very gratifying, but he didn't have much time to really savor it before Connor pressed his hand into the sheets and filled him with every inch of that delicious heat. There was nothing low or quiet about the way V moaned, nothing graceful or subtle. His free hand, of course, dug black-painted nails into Connor's back from the pleasure.

His lips part for Connor in want, his breath hot as he huffed originally in displeasure as the mouth he craved moved away from his own. V groaned at Connor's breath hot against his neck. He grunted and moaned with every single thrust that Connor pushed into him. He was as tight as he could manage around Connor. There was one part of him that didn't want Connor to pull out even if it meant thrusting back in, but the other part of him wanted Connor to fuck him so hard he wouldn't be able to tell where one man ended and the other started by the time Connor was done. As it was, V's words came out in stuttered and broken desperate gasps.

"Missed you too, C-Connor." Gasping breaths, stuttering moans. "E-every f-fuck!" A moment to recollect himself. "E-every fuckin' day."

V wasn't going to last long this time, that was for sure.

The pressure already building between his legs and behind his groin fuel his movements, his free hand now grabbing at V's thigh to lift his leg for a better angle. The words V stammers out make his heart hammer in his chest though, and he bites at his neck to leave marks behind that won't fade as easily as those red ones he left before. V's moans fill his ears and he moans in turn, pounding into him until the bed creaks and moves with them.

He's desperate to find release, but he also doesn't want this to end. There's a possessiveness in the way he marks V, a sense that right now V is all his, and his alone. He's never wanted anyone more than he wants V right now.

His nails dig into V's thigh and leave raised red crescents behind, and he feels himself getting closer to finishing already. He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't sure V was in the same boat. Under his breath, he mutters as he trembles. "Fuck- V-"

Edited 2021-11-05 15:55 (UTC)

V let Connor move him without any resistance - he'd do just about anything Connor asked or told him to do right now. He felt how the nibbles and sucking turned into bites as Connor found a better angle for more leverage. Every time Connor thrust between V's legs he felt himself closer to finishing.

He was too far lost in his pleasure and in just being with Connor to think ahead far enough about the disappointment when this would end. The sudden possessiveness in Connor's behavior, the way his nails dug into his thigh - it was almost all overwhelming in this lust drunk state that V was in. He was out of it enough he didn't even realize he had started to moan Connor's name aloud.

V would try to free is hand from Connor's to tangle it into Connor's hair so he could grip and pull Connor's mouth back to his greedily, but if Connor didn't let him he would try to return the favor of Connor's greedy mouth by kissing and nipping and sucking at his shoulder.

Normally V prided himself on his endurance and being able to last for as long as his partner wanted, but today was not such a day. He would have been ashamed of it if not for the fact that it was Connor he was with and he wanted this more than anything right now. He tried to hold out for as long as he could - mostly for Connor's sake - but as long as he could wasn't all that long at all as he felt his body tense beneath Connor and he tipped into that senseless sea of pleasure. He didn't even realize it's Connor's name that fell past his lips at the height of the endorphin rush. All that he could be sure of right now is that there was nowhere else he'd rather be in this moment.

Hearing his name called over and over makes him groan, his hips driving into V even faster until he stills, mouth moving from V's again to pant hotly against his ear. His orgasm is intense, the kind that keeps him in its clutches for a good few seconds before he can even start to come down from it, and by the time it frees him he's flopped heavily onto V, letting out a soft sigh.

He doesn't pull out. First of all he isn't done, not by a long shot- but he also relishes this feeling of being connected to V, tangled up as close as he can get. He presses a few lazy kisses to V's neck again, then moves to kiss him properly, slow and tender.

"How do you feel?" He knows it only lasted for a minute or so but that has to be some of the most intense sex he's ever had.

V started coming down from his own as Connor was still locked in his, but the weight of Connor pressing into him as he relaxed some was welcome. V'd missed the man greatly but he hadn't expected to miss him this much and this intensely. V simply let his head fall back onto the bed as Connor kissed his neck, his free arm wrapping around Connor's waist to hold him close. His hand that was in Connor's hair fell back to the bed.

He was breathless after it all. He hadn't realized how much he wanted, no, needed this. He didn't even need to think as Connor's lips pressed against his again and he returned the kiss for as long as Connor held it. It felt right and as it should, like the world was finally righting itself and the world was starting to make sense again.

“Feel like it’s been too fuckin’ long since we done this.” Which was to say he felt good about it. Maybe he wished it had lasted longer, but he knew that there would be another round, and then some. V reached up to try to fix Connor’s hair with a faint smile. “How’re you feelin’? Did I hear you cuss?”

Connor huffs out a quiet laugh at the question. "No, I never cuss." That's a filthy lie, he's done it before, he just really doesn't do it often. He can count on one hand the amount of times he's sworn in his life. Not that he has a particular hatred of it or anything, he just doesn't often feel the need to do it.

Either way, he's smirking so he obviously doesn't mind being caught out in his lie. He strokes V's hair and looks down at him like he's the entire world. His heart is still thudding in his chest so hard that it aches, in a way that even Connor can feel. Not painful, but it makes him plant another kiss to V's cheek before finally answering his question.

"I feel great. I know I said as much, but I really did miss you."

V smiled fondly at the lie, chuckling as his fingers fell out of Connor's hair to trace down his jaw, then fall to the bed. It found Connor's other hand and he twined their fingers together.

"Didn't realize I was such a bad influence on ya. First I catch ya swearin', now you're lyin'..."

He had a stupid smile as Connor kissed his cheek. He pulled Connor's hand to his mouth and started to kiss each one of Connor's knuckles, one after another. His lips lingered on each knuckle just a moment. V didn't realize the adoration that was on his face, nor was he aware of the way his face grew soft when he looked at Connor, the hard edges of worry and paranoia washing away into nothing.

"Really missed you too. Every fuckin' day. Told ya we'd be okay though." He was maybe a bit smug, an air of playfulness about him. His lips returned to lightly resting on Connor's knuckles.

"Is it really such a big deal when I swear?" He lets V kiss his knuckles and smiles at the peaceful expression he wears. This is how he wants V to be: happy and sated. "I can say fuck as many times as you want me to."

He's glad that V was right. He leans in to kiss him again, and what was only meant to be a quick peck turns into two, then three. He's swiping his tongue along V's lower lip before he can really stop himself, hips shifting a little as he idly remembers he's still inside V. When he finally manages to pull himself away, he runs his free hand down V's side and offers up a lazy grin.

"Have I ever told you how good you look like this?" How could Connor resist wanting to go again, honestly?

V snorted at the response, the almost laugh coming easily and he was grinning with the first kiss, then the second, the third. He just about parted his lips for the kiss but was interrupted as Connor shifted and he was reminded that they were still together. He gave a small sharp exhale of pleasure before he nipped Connor's lip, speaking in a low voice before Connor did manage to pull away.

"Think fuck's more my word to say, your word to do."

Connor's sassiness was pulling out V's own mischievously playful side. He shivered under Connor's touch and the arm he had wrapped around Connor's waist started to drag his fingers up along Connor's spine in a light touch. His hand started tracing abstract patterns along his shoulder when he got there, occasionally letting his fingers wander over the back of Connor's neck. He pretended to try to recall if Connor had ever brought such a thing up, drawing it out just long enough before Connor did anything else.

"Not sure you have. Think you should outline it to me, really let me know what you think." V wanted to go again, of course, but he maybe hoped to have his ego stroked a little before. Granted if Connor didn't, well, V imagined he'd probably enjoy the alternative as well.

Connor pretends to think on it too, before biting his lip and smirking. "You've had time to recover, now... I'd prefer to make a mess of you again before I answer."

He shifts his hips slowly, still half hard from before and hardening further still at the idea of going again. His hand reaches down to toy with V's clit again, pleased when he remembers how wet he'd been. "Speaking of messes..." He practically purrs it, tracing around his clit before making idle shapes lightly over it. He loves how V gets soaked for him.

The touches to his back and neck are very helpful in getting him fully hard again, not that he needed the help necessarily. He's more interested in making V squirm though, humming contentedly as his finger moves. Having the ability to focus on two different tasks at once proves useful as he balances the slow rocking of his hips with the touching, with neither giving V enough pleasure to be satisfied with yet.

V managed to keep his face straight as Connor's hips started to move again, but he couldn't stop his breathing from already starting to fall uneven even before Connor's hand reaches below and his fingers find its mark. His breath grew more uneven as his clit grew hard with Connor's skilled touch, his body betraying him with at first twitches, and then, after a less than valiant struggle, the squirming Connor was looking for. V was pinned beneath Connor so he couldn't shift to try to deny him his fun.

"If I'm a mess it's your fault," he said as his voice started to shake. He knew that Connor knew this and that's what Connor partially drew pleasure from. The hand he had on Connor's shoulder reached into Connor's hair and gripped tightly. He was pulling back just enough to force Connor's chin up a little, though it wasn't like V would be able to do much more. "'S what you want though, isn't it?"

"Obviously." He grins as his head is pulled back. "How could I not? When you look so good..."

The squirming makes him buck his hips a little more, seeking his own pleasure too. He knows V likes praise- Connor is the same in that regard. Compliments count, especially since they're genuine.

"One day, I just want to stay in bed with you. All day." Just fucking and cuddling and dozing. With breaks for V to eat of course. Connor can make him some good food. Nobody to disturb them... just the two of them. That's an ideal day for Connor. He could bask in V's company for days, weeks.

He moves his head closer to V's which means pulling on the grip V has on his hair- he chuckles, because even that grip is entirely under Connor's control. He deactivates his skin down to his shoulders and his hair goes along with it, leaving Connor free to press his lips to V's neck.

As Connor complimented him there might have been a faint flush to his cheeks that wasn't normally there, his heart picking up the pace a little at the compliment. He didn't know why: this was nothing new between them except that it was after such a terrible fight if one could even call it that. His breathing grew more unsteady as Connor picked it up a little more.

"Pick a day." V knew that he was always at some level of mercy when it came to Connor, generally helpless if he wanted to have sex. He knew Connor was at least in a similar position. Spending a day together just in bed sounded like a wonderful way to spend the day together. "Any one."

As Connor's head moved closer V's grip tightened to discourage the movement. He wanted to harden his face and put on a tough exterior, but that was impossible given how Connor distracted him between his legs. When Connor deactivated his skin V's hand jerked back a little from the sudden loss of grip and his breathing hitched as Connor's lips found his neck.

"That's... Not fair'n you know it." His hand fell to rest at the back of Connor's neck, the touch light with his hand just resting against Connor. Eventually, he seemed to grip gently at the back of Connor's neck as if to test the waters for the controlling grip. There was a marked hesitancy to it.

"Day after tomorrow." It gives them a chance to do anything they need before they spend a day in bed. "No excuses."

He rewards the tentative grip to his neck with a hard thrust, smirking. "I know." He still hasn't fully activated his skin again yet, the feel of smooth plastic against V's cheek as he brushes his lips against his skin. Connor doesn't often show his face like this- not for any particular reason, he just doesn't see the point. But he does wonder how V feels about it, and pulls back a little so that he can see.

"You really are incredibly attractive like this." That flush before had been cute, and he hopes for more of that. But he's telling the truth, too. He thinks V is hot as hell, no matter what he says to the contrary.

That Connor was so eager for this that it amused V and he couldn't hold back a soft chuckle. The only excuse he could possibly have would require some kind of emergency and he certainly didn't think something like that would arise. "I'm at your mercy, then."

The hard thrust made V's breath hitch with a gasp as he choked back a moan. His grip loosened immediately from the force of it. He turned his head slightly to give Connor more area to kiss, the smoothness of the plastic foreign but not unwelcome against him. He looked up to properly look at Connor as he pulled back. The sight of him like this was always a little unsettling because he just wasn't used to what Connor actually looked like, but he didn't hate what he saw.

He flushed more when Connor called him cute, feeling the heat creep up his neck and into his ears. "You just like pinnin' me down'n makin' me helpless." V felt that Connor liked the power he held over him. Well, he'd give Connor the opportunity to exert his control if he wanted.

V's hand came around to grip Connor's jaw. The grip had an aggressive strength to it, V's built frustration as he continued to squirm and shift beneath Connor in frustrated tension as he wanted something more from him. "You gonna fuck me or you gonna keep fuckin' around?"

"You know I do." The reaction is reassuring- or rather, the lack of a negative one. He activates his skin again, but where V presses his fingers into his jaw the skin fails to cover the plastic properly, and Connor smirks.

"Maybe if you ask nicely..." He doesn't contest V's strength this time, but there's a playful glint in his eye that says he's not done screwing with him yet. He shifts his hips again, knowing that V can't do much besides do as he's told if he wants Connor to cooperate. "I'd at least like to hear a 'please'."

There's a skilled way that V moved his fingers to let the skin do its thing while still keeping his grip on Connor's chin, then back to his jaw. The playful glint in his eyes kept V on this path. His hand was positioned a little differently, the heel of his palm brushing against Connor's throat as if in a warning. The way Connor shifted made V's strength falter momentarily, made the strength on his face falter.

"I don't beg for anyone, not even you." There's an ornery glint in his eye as he says it, his own playful defiance. Clearly V would need to be given a stronger reason to beg.

"Really? Then I guess you don't get what you want." He clicks his tongue, though the pressure at his throat makes him twitch inside V. He continues to play with his clit, but there's a considering expression on his face. "That's a shame, isn't it?"

His fingers suddenly stop moving, and he removes them from between V's legs and moves them to his lips instead. He starts to press them into his mouth a little, just enough to get a good look at him tasting himself, and he bites his lower lip with a grin. V looks good like this, too. "I'll give you a chance to reconsider, though. Just one word... said like you mean it."

V felt that twitch inside of him and he relished it, pressing his palm into Connor's throat, fingers lazily sliding down around his neck. There wasn't much pressure to it - it didn't particularly matter for Connor, V didn't think - but that he was brazen enough to do what he so enjoyed Connor doing to him? V had some courage today. As Connor's hand left his clit some of the tension and concentration left his body, though not by too much.

"The shame's your cruelty." V's lips parted as he took the fingers into his mouth, his tongue pressing against the bottom of them. He took the fingers all the way to the back of his mouth before pulling back slowly, sucking, the tip of his tongue dragging between the two fingers. He never broke direct eye contact with Connor, savoring his own taste as his tongue teased and played with those fingers. Connor couldn't blame him for not saying please if his mouth was occupied, after all.

He may have miscalculated- the way V works his fingers has him wanting to push into him harder. But he enjoys the sight he's being treated to enough that he doesn't move his fingers away yet. "I could have given you something better to suck, you know."

He starts to rock his hips so that he's still keeping them both stimulated, but it's not enough for either of them and he's sure of that. He pulls his fingers back reluctantly and smears them along V's lower lip before grabbing V's wrist. His grip is strong, but he doesn't pull him away from his throat. For a moment, his eyes meet V's and his gaze is intense, searching.

And then he sits back, breaking contact entirely. He idly touches his fingers to his own tongue now, sucking lightly on the tips to get a taste of V too. His hips thrust languidly still, treating V to a bit of a show as his body rolls with them. Fine, if V wants to be stubborn then Connor will just have to make him desperate.

Pulling out, he lets V consider that for a moment before he grabs V and rolls him onto his front. He's rough, his fingers digging in, and when V's back is exposed to him he trails his fingers down his spine before squeezing his ass. "Get on your knees."

For as long as Connor left his fingers in V's mouth he continued to suck and tease as if to point out what he was missing out on by only giving V his fingers. The way V smiled when Connor suggested he had something better for him simply highlighted the fact that V knew that and he knew exactly what he was doing.

"But you didn't," he said as Connor's gaze fully met his with all of its intensity. Connor's current pace wasn't even close to enough and V knew that he maybe threw Connor a curveball with that and he was considering what to do next as he held the gaze. There was some kind of disappointment as Connor broke the contact but that disappointment faded so very quickly at the show that Connor decided to give him. He reached up to touch Connor like he was trying to touch some Roman god, but just like that Connor had pulled out of him.

"What are you--" His question cut off as Connor flipped him over, nails digging in exquisitely, rough in the way V liked so much. His body shuddered involuntarily beneath the fingers trailing down his spine, V rolled his hips so that he pressed his ass into Connor's hands. V had a cheshire grin as he tilted his head back to look at Connor, the grin only growing at the command. V felt like he held all the power in this moment.

"What happens if I don't?"

"I've never seen someone get so bratty about someone trying to fuck them..." Connor lets some of the fondness he holds for V slip into the words, but he sounds mildly exasperated as well. He reaches underneath V and grabs him by the hips, lifting him effectively onto his knees whether he likes it or not.

"You didn't want to ask nicely, so now we're here." He pushes a finger inside V again, curving the digit slightly to press the pad against V's insides better. His other hand starts to stroke himself, still slick, the sound lewd and wet as he works himself. He knows better than to think one finger is enough, but V doesn't get his cock if he's not going to play nicely. He just gets a reminder of what he could have.

"At least I'll get a nice view while I finish myself."

"I never felt so cocky before." V actually helped Connor as he was grabbed and lifted by the hips - far be it from him to hinder the process. He was ready for that cock to push into him and for Connor to aggressively fuck him, to be rough and manhandled the way he liked so much.

All he got was one. Fucking. Finger. All he got was the sound of Connor's hand taking care of himself. V gripped the sheets out of frustration and craving as Connor used that single finger to remind him of how much he wanted that dick.

"You can't be fuckin' serious..." The way he spoke was an exasperated whine. He didn't expect this turnaround - most men made him suck their cock after the earlier display. He found immense joy in choking on a lover as they made him take their entire selves.

"You can't be enjoyin' that even a quarter's much as you enjoy fuckin' me." He was desperately trying to pull as much pleasure as he could from the situation: tightening as much as he could around the finger, shifting his hips to try to derive more pleasure from it any way possible.

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