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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.

Connor knows better than to indulge V that way, whether he wants him to suck his cock or not. He smirks a little at V's reactions, rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock.

"And you seem to be enjoying it even less." He bucks his hips into his hand, wishing he was inside V again but not willing to let V 'win' so to speak. "I'm still waiting, you know. But I won't be waiting for long." After all, V looks so good like this and Connor is so hard in his hand. He knows exactly how to toy with himself to draw it out, but he's inevitably going to come at some point.

"You might have to make it more convincing now, though." He thrusts his finger into V a few times, and then stops again to let him work for his own pleasure. He likes how V tightens around his finger and whines.

V's grip tightened in the sheets in response to Connor suggesting that V beg to be fucked and there was something pathetic and growing desperate in the way V moved to fuck that single finger to derive whatever small pleasure he could from it.

He very seriously considered one last gambit: to turn and straddle Connor and take that cock despite him, see if he'd really continue this game with V riding him. The thought gained enough ground that his body tensed with the preparation of the movement, but that was all he did. What made him hesitate was whatever punishment Connor would come up with if he failed - this was already bad, and V had no doubts that Connor could come up with something even more frustrating and teasing.

"Please, Connor." He sounds a little huffy, a little put out. He was still an absolute dripping mess from earlier and from all of the teasing Connor did. As if he knew that the first ask wasn't enough he tried again, his irritation shifting into whining that thinly covered V's desperation.

"Please fuck me, Connor. Any way you want, however you want, please just fuck me." At this point V decided he would be glad for anything more that Connor gave him.

Part of the fun was watching V wrestle with his thoughts here. Connor is ready to counter as soon as V tenses to move, but luckily for V he reconsiders. He clicks his tongue at the first attempt at pleading- not good enough- but the second try gets Connor to pause in his movements.

Part of the appeal here is, he knows, the power trip. He's not particularly proud of himself for liking it so much but it is what it is. So when he hears V beg finally, his cock throbs in his hand and his eyes set their lidded gaze on the other man's face for a moment. Looking for the desperation he just got a taste of.

"Good boy." He smiles pleasantly and shifts behind V, lining back up to press the tip of his cock back inside him. Then he snaps his hips forward, feeling that tight heat around him again, and he groans as he appreciates how it feels for a moment before he sets a hard pace. His fingers dig into V's hips as he pulls him back onto his dick in time with his thrusting, making sure he's balls deep with every wet slap.

V doesn't manage to really meet Connor's gaze just given their positioning but the clear desire for Connor to fuck him was plain as day on his features. He didn't even realize he was holding his breath as he waited for Connor's approval or denial. When Connor called him a good boy he sighed in relief and his grip on the sheets relaxed a little. As Connor pressed the tip of his cock back against and into V he was rewarded with a purr of pleasure that transformed into a grunt at the force of Connor's full entrance.

"For you," he grumbled as Connor paused to appreciate his prize. For as much as he acted like this had absolutely put him out V was well aware how much he enjoyed the feeling of Connor in him and how far he was willing to lower himself to keep Connor fucking him. He'd feed that ego and give Connor power over him any day as long as it resulted in this.

He momentarily let go of himself as Connor's fingers dug into his hips and he felt every single one of those thrusts for every inch of Connor. It didn't take long for each thrust to be accompanied with V's voice as he vocalized his pleasure for Connor to hear. It took him longer than V would like to admit before he managed to collect himself to speak despite Connor's relentless pace.

"See... How much better... This is?" Despite the fact he was being absolutely railed he managed a level of smugness that he had no right to have.

"I never doubted that it would be better." But for his smug attitude, V gets Connor's nails in his sides. "I'm glad you realised where you priorities lie."

He grunts as he moves, eyes drinking in the sight before him, V's moans filling his ears. He sounds so good, looks so good- it would be easy for Connor to lose himself to his pleasure right now but he holds it together, despite the way his thighs tremble.

"Next time I ask you to beg-" he scrapes his nails around to V's back. "-You'll do it as soon as I ask. And if you don't, you get to finish yourself off." And he knows for a fact it won't be half as satisfying when V knows he could have something better. His hands smooth down to V's ass, spreading him apart further for no other reason than because he can.

"Am I clear?" His voice is deliberately low and smooth despite the pace- it feels so good, but he has an image to maintain here.

As if the nails in his sides did anything but make him shudder beneath Connor's touch. They were no punishment, especially when no amount of pressure could cause any kind of pain. His priorities existed where pleasure was greatest, and so far it seemed as if this roundabout game drew out the exact response V had hoped for. He knew, too, that Connor was struggling himself to keep from finishing too early.

When Connor's nails dragged to V's back he was met with an arch of pleasure. V gave a low moan as he was spread apart by Connor, his hips shifting slightly as if to better present himself for display despite Connor repeatedly driving himself into V. He was a fucking mess, really, and he was having a really fucking hard time focusing on Connor's words.

This one wasn't so intentional, wasn't meant to be in any defiance, but between Connor's pace and force and how he was handling V he managed to lose his ability to speak as he concentrated on holding himself together. As much as he wanted to let himself tip over the edge and finish, he knew it would be so much better if he held out for it and let it build up. So for better or worse Connor received no answer to his question yet, outside of the moans and groans that V made.

Connor almost just keeps going- it would be easier to, for sure. Easier to just let himself come, to dig his nails harder into V's skin and ride it out. But he stops dead suddenly, despite all the protesting his hips are doing, and leans in to focus on V.

"I said, am I clear?" He's lucky that he can make it look more effortless than it really is. He even manages to keep his thighs from shaking, manages to keep his fists from balling up in self-inflicted frustration. There's no point taking control if you can't really play the part, right? So even if he's desperate to keep fucking V, he makes sure he has full control over himself in the moment.

"I want to hear you say it. That you'll beg for me whenever I ask you to." It makes Connor feel better about his enjoyment of this power over V, knowing that V likes it too. It's not one sided, and there's no real humiliation or degrading behaviour involved. He'd never ask V to do something he really didn't want to do. He hopes V knows it, too.

When Connor stopped dead V made the most pathetic noise of protest. He whined softly and shuddered as Connor leaned in causing him to shift a little inside of V. Connor might have been able to make himself seem so cool and stop his thighs from shaking but V had no such control as even Connor's breath against his skin made him squirm.

At the question, V finally nodded wordlessly and enthusiastically. Yes, he heard. Yes, he'd beg when Connor wanted him to. Yes, he'd do anything Connor wanted. Yes, yes, yes, whatever you want, please fuck me again, please stop this torture.

"I-I'll beg for you whenever you ask. P-please just..." He admittedly had started to rock slightly to try to derive some pleasure from Connor's dick like he had his finger, hoping he was subtle enough Connor didn't notice (he should know better). The longer Connor didn't comment on it the more he did it, admittedly sloppy in the art of subtlety in his desperate desire for pleasure.

V's movement makes his thighs ache, but he's smiling as V nods and confirms that he'll beg whenever asked. "Good." He starts moving again, apparently satisfied.

He spreads V's cheeks apart again as he fucks him, but this time his thumb ghosts over his other entrance, and he wonders how V would look with every hole filled. Choking on Connor's dick while he teased him with toys. The thought makes him moan and drive into him faster, feeling the building heat between his legs.

"You're so beautiful when you're like this..." The words are a stark contrast to how hard he's fucking into him, his hand sliding up his back with an almost reverent touch. When he drags the hand back down again his nails dig into the skin too, despite knowing V can't feel pain. That's something else to consider for two days' time.

For now he keeps moving, and feeling himself close to release he grunts and slips his hand around to play with V's clit again. It's an awkward kind of position, one that might have been uncomfortable for a human, but Connor feels no discomfort and it doesn't slow him down. His finger moves quickly, aiming to bring about a quick release now.

V was only staying on his knees due to how tense he was from keeping his orgasm at bay. As he felt Connor's thumb pass him over V's moan had to be stifled as he bit down on one of his knuckles to keep himself together. It just grew more difficult as Connor went faster.

He heard what Connor said but he couldn't respond properly at the moment. He shuddered heavily under the touch and V hoped that he stopped there because he knew that he was at the end of his ability to keep delaying the inevitable. When Connor's nails dug in and dragged down his back? V couldn't stop himself from spasming and moaning as pleasure racked his body.

It only grew more intense as Connor reached around to play with his clit, drawing out and abusing V's orgasm further. He couldn't string together more than a few words, but mostly he was just moaning Connor's name as Connor continued.

It's all Connor needed to hit his own orgasm- just knowing that V is at his own end, clenching around him. He wishes, in that moment, that he could fill V. He wants the mess, even. Just knowing that V was full of more than just his cock would have made Connor satisfied... or maybe that's the orgasm talking, and he's at the point where reason leaves him and all he can think about are the ways he wants to mark V and make him his.

It doesn't matter, ultimately. And by the time he's left panting and sliding his hands along V's back fondly, the feeling has mostly passed. All he feels now is a deep affection, and he pulls out and helps V turn back over so that he can curl up beside him and cradle him in his arms. Pressing his lips to V's forehead, he smiles to himself. He missed V so much, it really feels as though something has slotted back into place again and things are just right with the world now.

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."

The reaction isn't one he expects- he takes in the tightening of V's jaw, the swallowing, and he's about to ask if he did something wrong when V is pulling him in closer. He closes his own eyes, enjoying the contact, smiling warmly as his hand closes over the one V has rested on his neck.

"I missed you, too." It feels like he should be saying something else. He certainly feels a lot of emotion right now, but he's not entirely sure what it is and even if his suspicions are correct... he has to be sure, first.

Not to mention, he doesn't know if V would like it very much.

"I'm so glad for you." He turns his head to kiss V's palm, then down his wrist. "For having you with me." It's the closest he can really come to voicing his feelings on the matter.

As Connor admitted he'd missed V as well he could feel his heart in his chest. He almost chided himself for it: he knew that Connor had missed him already and to flutter about it like he was doing was stupid. He refused to look inside of himself to acknowledge why his heart skipped a beat as Connor kissed his palm, his wrist. He chose to snort in amusement instead.

"Think you're 'bout the only person who'd ever say it out loud." He knew Kerry felt that way on some level, but he wasn't good at vocalizing his feelings. Night City was good at punishing people who spoke plainly about such things. V also wasn't going to fool himself into thinking he would ever stand equal to Vince.

As Connor kissed his wrist V allowed himself to gently brush whatever part of Connor he could with those fingers. That Connor would say such a thing made him warm but his smile pulled away from his eyes at the words. He still felt he was nothing more than a burden on others and that things were going to fall apart at some point, with it being his fault but he kept all of these thoughts behind his lips.

"Just glad you let me stick 'round." More glad that Connor made such an effort to stay near. He knew he made it hard and he knew that Connor disapproved of so many things he did. "Takes a lot'f patience to put up with me'n my bullshit."

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