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"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."

"I have a lot of patience, V." Even if he does disapprove of a lot of what V does, that doesn't mean he's going to leave over it. He's too deep into whatever they have at this point, and it's never been his style to leave when things get tough anyway.

Smoothing back V's hair, he holds him close, moving to rub his shoulder affectionately. It's a memory he's going to hold close, he knows for sure, so he makes sure he cherishes this moment while it lasts.

"Do you like it when I say how I feel?" He's curious- he doesn't want to do it if V doesn't like it but Connor has always been so very upfront with the facts. Emotions are harder to pin down, he's found, but once he knows how he feels for sure they're just another fact that he doesn't mind sharing.

That patience was something V was simultaneously thankful for and also wish didn't exist. He was glad to have whatever the hell this was but also wished he didn't know that even this latest spat wasn't going to be the last for whatever bullshit reason would come up in the future. He was hard to love and he brought his own fall.

V rested his head against Connor and traced abstract patterns lightly across his skin. He enjoyed Connor smoothing his hair down, rubbing his shoulder, and closed his eyes in something like contentment. He was happy to just be with Connor like this but then Connor had to go and open his fucking mouth. He opened his eyes and he shifted from fully relaxed against Connor to having some tension as he considered the question. He considered it for probably longer than Connor expected.

He wasn't sure what answer he specifically was going to give. He wanted to say that he did appreciate the honesty but he also didn't want to face the truth of this situation. The idea that he could be in love with not one man but two scared the shit out of him. He'd abandoned the first man he loved out of fear, he didn't know what to do with two of them at this point. He was trying to be happy and to let himself have happiness but he also was terrified at the idea.

"I..." He falls quiet for a moment again. When he starts to speak it's very slowly. "I do, but I'm not so good with the touchy-feely shit. Night City's got a way'f hurtin' people for bein' honest 'bout their feelin's." He paused again as he tried to figure out how to articulate what he wanted to say. "I might not respond how you want me to, but that's got nothin' to do with you'n everythin' to do with me'n my history."

He had stopped tracing patterns on Connor, his hand flattening to rest on Connor. He struggled to meet Connor's gaze as he seemed to be rather embarrassed to admit it.

Connor hums, stroking a thumb over V's cheek. "I see." He's not sure how to respond to that, at first. Emotional responses take longer to process. He's still new to them, after all.

"I just want you to feel safe and comfortable. If there's anything I can do- or stop doing- to make that possible, then you only need to tell me." Even if it means keeping his sappy feelings to himself more, or trying to hold back the endless stream of questions he always has. He moves his hand to take V's chin and gently tip it up to try to catch his eye.

"And please- never be ashamed of yourself or your feelings." He knows that's easier said than done but he doesn't want V to feel like he has to be ashamed of who he is, or how he learned to cope in Night City. He just isn't sure how to convey that he loves all of V, without actually admitting that he loves him.

V closed his eyes momentarily as he leaned into Connor's touch a little. He liked the contact and he'd missed the way Connor felt against him, the way his touch was so gentle but not hesitant or weak. He partially opened his eyes as Connor started to speak, though his gaze still didn't raise.

Connor took his chin and V momentarily resisted the motion in that miserable way he had to him, but he did eventually give in to Connor. His eyes shifted to look almost shyly at Connor.

"I know, I know. I'm not 'fraid to tell ya to shove off if I need to." V really didn't need Connor to do so though. He was more worried that he would respond to things incorrectly and hurt Connor on accident because he was bad at dealing with these sorts of things.

"I jus- I'm not ashamed'f my-" He stopped himself as if he were about to catch himself in a lie. He considered what he was saying for a moment, then started again. "I'm not ashamed'f me or my feelings. I-"

He took Connor's hand from his chin and lowered his gaze. "It's not shame I feel. For me'r my feelings." It was self-hatred. It was the voice in the back of his head that called him a curse, worthless. It was the part of him that knew that he would hurt Connor and eventually he would destroy everything they had. He knew that this was going to blow up in his face.

V looked back up to Connor. "You're perfect. Really, you are." He pressed Connor's knuckles to his lips in a kiss. He wanted to push this conversation away from himself if he could.

Connor's eyebrows furrow in a way that means he doesn't quite understand. And he wants to understand, really. He selfishly wants to be the one who can help V with his problems, even though he knows realistically he probably can't.

He smiles at the way V kisses his knuckles, but his words just make Connor bite back a sigh. "I'm not." Perfect would imply he'd never done anything to be ashamed of himself, and he sure has. He knows V is trying to change the subject- it's so blatant- but he decides to let him. He doesn't want to ruin V's good mood by digging into his feelings.

Leaning in, he catches V's lips in a brief kiss before resting his forehead against V's. "But it makes me happy that you're happy." At least, he hopes V is still happy. He'd be angry with himself if his curiosity had ruined that.

He goes quiet for a moment, wondering how V would feel if he knew what Connor had done back in Detroit. He was almost the reason the revolution failed, and he'd gotten thousands of androids killed all for the sake of being a good tool. For the mission... it makes him feel ashamed when he remembers how he was used. He supposes V doesn't need or want to know, but to Connor their pasts are equally as important as their futures together.

V felt better with the kiss, regretting that it had to break but finding comfort as Connor's forehead rested against his. He laced his fingers with Connor's and held their locked hands to his chest. The fingertips of his other hand traced lightly over Connor's cheekbone. Happy was a strong word for V right now. His melancholy tugged at the corners of his mind.

"Just glad we're here." Which was true. V was a far cry from happy even on the good days, but he was grateful for every moment right now that they were together. He was just glad things were okay. He didn't want to think about the inevitable fall of all of this. He didn't want to consider how he was going to feel when he ripped his own heart out and stabbed it with a knife. He didn't want to think about how much it was going to hurt.

It was lucky the way that Connor went quiet and V could tell he was troubled by something. V debated asking - he didn't necessarily want to dig into Connor's thoughts but Connor was always the one who encouraged him to ask questions. "What's on your mind?"

He's a little surprised when V asks him what he's thinking about, but pleased that he's listening to Connor when he says V should ask more. He debates not telling him, but in the end he decides to leave it up to V.

"I was thinking of my past. I often wonder if you'd see me differently if you knew." But he realises that's heavy for what is supposed to be a happy reunion, and he doesn't want to ruin things. "Perhaps this isn't the best time to talk about it, but it does bother me."

He knows V doesn't take much notice of pasts but Detroit was what shaped Connor to be who he is today. And that comment about Connor being perfect just... doesn't sit right with him. He's not perfect. He's far from it.

He pulls V in closer and starts to stroke his hair. V might be tired... he shouldn't unload on him when he's potentially sleepy. And this seems like a good place for him to drift off- safe and warm in Connor's arms again. So he'll leave things up to V. There are other times to talk about this.

V wanted to say that he very much doubted Connor's history would make V think any different of him. V could hardly judge anyone for anything given his own history and the things he had done to survive, as well as what he did in the end of it all. He didn't protest, though. He wouldn't make promises unless he knew it was something he could keep and there were things that V would be profoundly upset with if Connor had done them. It seemed unlikely, but everything about his current situation and this place fell into the unlikely category.

"I see." It wasn't lost on V that he finally asked and the conversation was steered away from an answer, and now Connor was doing what he did to help V sleep. He was tired, but that was beside the point. He was quiet for a moment as he debated pressing for it regardless, but he ultimately decided this wasn't the time. They'd just spent nearly a month in a weird and fucked up dance around each other's feelings and he didn't want this fragile bridge to be burned so quickly after being rebuilt.

"Can talk about it some other time. Whenever you want." In true V fashion he wasn't going to force it and he probably wasn't going to bring it up again unless Connor did first. He pushed it from his mind and relaxed into Connor's arms to let himself slowly doze off.

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