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"Wasting my options? No, I'm taking my time. And we have all the time we need." Connor smiles, circling V like a hunter circling his prey. Once he's behind him he rests his hands on his hips, fingers feeling over his stomach where the vines have his shirt riding up. "You're the one who's impatient."

His fingers slide down the outside of V's pants, and he rubs his fingers over where he knows his clit is underneath them, teasing. The vines seem to respond favourably to the little bit of Manna they're making in the process, wriggling. "Though it's true, I would like to be kissing you."

V's breathing was heavy and he might have been vaguely frustrated when he found that Connor didn't take his bait after all. It was a symptom of them knowing each other too well, perhaps. If he were to be honest then he would hope to be freed from this with great haste, but every single piece of him relished the way that Connor looked at him while he was like this, treated him, made this last. V relished the way Connor was winding him up and he couldn't wait until Connor decided it was finally time to act on the ache between his legs.

He exhaled heavily as Connor's hand rested on his hips with fingers on his bare stomach, and then reaching down between his legs. V squirmed some under Connor's touch as he tried to lean back into him. Worst case the tentacles would catch him with how tangled he was in this mess. How he wished Connor's hand was inside of his pants instead of outside...

"Then maybe you should get to it instead'f fuckin' 'round." Connor was right: he was impatient, and they did have plenty of time. It was so hard to remember that when every stimulus just built want upon want upon want and he had literally no self-control when it came to Connor.

"I could..." But he's still waiting, breath steady in V's ear before he pulls away entirely and moves back around to the front of him. He looks at V like he's the only person in the world worth his time, and right now he'd agree with that assessment.

"How badly do you want to be free?" He smiles pleasantly enough, but there's still that hungry look in his eyes. He wants V as much as V wants him. "Come on, Vincent. Convince me." In the meantime, he starts to unbutton his shirt. What they're going to be doing won't involve any clothes, and besides that it might serve to make V more frustrated- which is exactly what he wants.

V shivered as Connor waited. Each breath sent a shock of electricity through V as he was so sensitive to each stimulus at this point. He didn't like when Connor pulled away - the heat of him withdrawing to stand before him again. He started to form an answer to Connor's question but was a little thrown when he heard his actual name come from Connor.

It wasn't often that Connor called him Vincent but in this context, it was so hot. He watched Connor hungrily, eyes following his hands with eager anticipation. He wished it was his hands with his mouth trailing behind.

"Please Connor? I'll do anythin' you want," which he would do anyway, even if not given the circumstance. He, again, squirmed against the grip of the tentacles to try to get closer to Connor. He continued to strain against them in this case, not giving up so easily. His expression shifted towards some approximation of pleading, though it kept more of its frustration than V intended it to.

"'F you told me to sit'n watch'n do nothing I would." Well, probably.

Connor can't help the smirk at that. "Would you, though? Would you really?"

He begins to unzip his jeans, but then leaves them open and loose on his hips as he waits for something less... frustrated from V. "You can do better than this, surely?" He gestures to him, tilting his head. "Remember, I could just leave you here."

Not that he wants to. But if he needs to dip out and do something else for a while in order to make V get the point... well, he will.

V couldn't confidently answer Connor because, well, he didn't know that he could hold himself up to it. He'd hate for Connor to put V actually up to that test. The threat of Connor leaving him here to be frustrated as the vines kept twisting around him.

"Really Connor I just want you t'fuck me. Think it'd be easier'f you get me out'f here'n let me finish undressin' ya. But that's up to you'n what you wanna do." He was trying to sound relatively nonchalant, but he wasn't really pulling it off. He was still pretty desperate and the offer to do whatever he wanted to prove himself to Connor still stood.

V tried to leave it at that but he couldn't actually manage it. "Please Connor? I just want you to get me out'f here'n fuck me 'til you get tired'f it. Fuck any part'f me, whatever it is you want, whatever'll make you feel best. Just please get me out'f here."

Connor seems to regard him for a long moment. It's certainly somewhat of a struggle for both of them right now, even if Connor can play it off far better than V can. Eventually he comes closer, wraps his arms around V's middle, and starts to kiss softly at his neck. He knows the vines need more than this to release V, especially given how worked up they'd gotten him, but V's pleas are getting him riled up and he didn't get him trapped here just so that Connor could gloat about it. No, the end goal was always to fuck him.

"I'll do whatever makes us both feel good..." He feels he needs to remind V that he's here to give as well as take. He'll use V, but he'll make sure V enjoys it. With that said, he presses himself in close and kisses him properly, sliding one hand up to grab at his hair and keep him in place.

V was filled with relief as Connor approached to nuzzle his neck, embracing him. He could tell from how the vines felt that this motion wasn't enough to free him from this, but it was a good start. His hands found Connor's hips and came to rest on them as he moved into Connor's soft kisses, his cheek gently resting against Connor.

At Connor's reminder, he made a low noise of acknowledgment and longing excitement but he didn't have the chance to actually string any words together before their lips met. V kissed Connor back eagerly, hesitating only a moment as he felt Connor's fingers curl into his hair to hold him in place. That's what he liked to feel, yes. His own hands wandered to the front of Connor's jeans and he tentatively tried to palm his cock and start to rub him to make him hornier, a little less sharp, a little more inclined to get him out of this mess and into the bedroom.

It's not hard to see what V is trying to do, but Connor lets it happen. He presses into it even, encouraging it. The longer they kiss, the looser the vines become, and now that he's started to allow V to touch him he finds he doesn't want to pull away. When he does break the kiss it's only to start pulling the vines off him in earnest, and they retreat- perhaps knowing that Connor is in no mood to play nice with them if they refuse to let go.

He tugs V into the bedroom and shoves him towards the bed, pushing down his own pants finally and stepping out of them before starting to tug at V's clothes. He isn't gentle about undressing him, letting his impatience show. Now that V is free of the vines there's nothing holding him back.

As Connor pressed into it V continued, growing more urgent in his movement and kiss. He very much wanted to get out of these vines and into the bedroom so that Connor could do whatever the fuck he wanted. He was not happy when Connor broke the kiss but V simply started to kiss and nuzzle Connor's neck as Connor pulled the vines off of him.

He stumbled towards the bed with the shove, already starting to pull his shirt off by the time Connor was tugging at his clothes. On some level V was amused at how impatient Connor was being - usually, Connor was the one that was in control of the situation and V was the one that was this impatient. It was mostly Connor who got him out of his clothes but between the two of them, it wasn't long before V was freed from the restraints of his clothes and he started to retreat towards the bed out of habit, automatically going to sit down on the edge as if to save Connor some trouble.

Connor is quick to grab V by the shoulder and turn him over so he's bent over the side of the bed, fingers spreading his cheeks apart as he grinds his cock against him. He leans in to kiss at V's neck from behind, and reaches between his legs to determine how wet he is before deciding he just wants to fuck him already- V certainly seems ready for it.

He pushes into him slowly to begin with, but then with a snap of his hips he buries himself completely within him, holding himself still like that for a few moments to savour it before starting to thrust his hips into V. His hands grip his hips tightly, enough to bruise as he starts a rough pace.

His breath comes quick in V's ear, until he pushes him down towards the bed further and straightens up, keeping him pinned down with one hand while the other remains at his hip. His eyes roam V's back and oddly, he feels a pang of affection for him amongst the lust. He can't quite place it- not yet- but he feels full. Sated despite only just having begun.

V appreciated the roughness Connor had with him as he turned him so he was bent over the bed, ruby shining in the light of the room right between his shoulder blades and in his tattoo as if it had always been there. As Connor kissed the back of his neck V reached back to rub Connor's leg with one hand - an affectionate gesture and nothing more. His fingers dug into Connor's leg a little as he feels Connor's fingers brush against him. Connor had already decided to just fuck him, but he was so wet that it had spread to his inner thighs - the vines made sure he was more than ready for whatever it was Connor had in mind for him.

The first where Connor was slow was pure agony. He could feel him enter and he just wanted Connor to bury himself inside. He opened his mouth to voice his opinion on the subject, to taunt and harass and sass Connor just to get himself in trouble so that Connor would do something about it (a risky business, for sure - it was a 50/50 if it would turn out the way he wanted) but then Connor snapped his hips forward and with enough force that V grunted a surprised moan and would have lost his bearings if not for Connor holding him in place as he savored the feeling of V's warmth around him, tightening as if wanting him to stay right where he was. He could guess by the way Connor gripped his hips as he started fucking him like there was no tomorrow that he would have bruises, and he would wear them proudly.

Each thrust produced those little whines, moans, groans, grunts that V always made when Connor fucked him, each one a small exclamation of pleasure - they broke as Connor pushed him down towards the bed and V went with the force. Connor was rewarded with a low and breathless, "fuck!" before V tried to push up against Connor's hand that was attempting to keep him pinned down. He might be hoping to feel those fingers curl into his hair, that sharp elbow to dig into his back to encourage him to keep down in warning. Either way, his fingers curled and gripped the sheets and as Connor pounded away at him V knew that he was genuinely happy for the first time in all of his memory.

He presses V further into the bed, before reaching to grip him by the hair and keep him pinned down that way. He's thrusting hard and fast, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him already though he's not quite sure why. Perhaps it has to do with that pressure in his chest, the way his heart hammers with both exertion and affection.

"Stay put like a good boy..." Even if he comes, if V hasn't finished he won't stop. This is as much for V as it is for him. But he needs V to understand that he has to behave to get what he wants.

Breathless, he groans and leans into the thrusting more. "You look beautiful like this." He knows he's told him as much before, but it bears repeating. "You sound beautiful, too. Don't hold back." It's an order, said firmly despite the way his voice wants to tremble and stutter. He won't let it- he needs to keep in control.

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.

He has to hold back a choked moan at that statement- for all he's telling V not to quieten himself, he doesn't want to hear himself moaning. He snaps his hips forward a few more times, and focuses on channelling the Manna between them into something productive, something he can use to heighten the pleasure for V. He focuses on making V feel good, on making him buck and whine as Connor comes hard. His hips never stop moving besides the odd stutter here and there.

"Come for me." He leans in as much as he can without making the positioning awkward, gripping his hair even tighter. His voice is low, commanding, his eyes at once intense and yet soft with affection. He wants V to think of nothing, no one, but Connor.

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.

He stops after a few more thrusts, panting over V- now that he's not in that space anymore where he needs to be in control, he lets himself relax and show just how much it had affected him. He doesn't want to pull out but he can't very well leave V bent over the bed like this for too long, so he pulls back reluctantly and climbs onto the bed.

"How are you feeling?" He pats the space on the bed beside him- he wants to hold V after that. And, assuming V picks himself up and complies, he strokes his hair and kisses his forehead as soon as he's close enough.

His heart is still hammering in his chest despite the fact that it should have reasonably calmed down by now. But it's been doing that a lot lately, and he's realised that it must be something to do with his affection for V.

His breathing was shaky as he started to come out of his orgasm with Connor still pinning him down. Even as Connor relaxed and backed off of him it took V a little longer to start to come back up to himself. He hated that Connor pulled out of him but he also started to realize that he couldn't stay in that position for too long.

V didn't answer Connor immediately, opting to crawl into bed and press himself close to Connor. Admittedly he was still partially in his submissive space, still inclined to do what he was told without consideration. The feeling of Connor's lips against his forehead and the way he gently stroked his hair helped to pull V back to him.

He leaned in and stole a kiss from Connor. He let it linger for a moment before he pulled away just enough to speak softly. "I love you." It took a moment for V to realize what exactly he said and the moment he did he went stiff and started to stumble through a series of excuses and attempts to change the meaning of what he said. "Mean that I love bein' 'round you'n this after we fuck, and..."

He was rambling. It was going to take Connor doing something to get him to stop his anxiety talk. He had no clue why he'd said that rather than just answer the question that Connor asked but with how hard he was trying to backpedal it was clear that V hadn't wanted to admit it out loud. Knowing V, though, it was hard to tell if he didn't want to admit it to Connor or to himself.

Connor just stares for a moment after V's admission, his anxious babbling washing over him. I love you. It's all he fixates on for the moment, his LED whirring yellow as he tries to comprehend the feelings those three words caused to well up inside him.

Then it returns to blue, and Connor beams. He finally understands his own feelings, and how V had felt as he connected with him through synchrony. It's love. He pulls V close- he kisses him to shut him up, then tugs him into a tight hug.

"I love you too." He means every word. He's never meant anything more. The warm ache in his chest is easy to feel over their shared connection, proving as much. Burying his face in V's shoulder, he softly repeats himself. "I love you." The words are foreign on his tongue, but not unpleasant. They feel as natural as walking and talking.

V admittedly wasn't looking at Connor as he mumbled his bullshit excuses to try to minimize what he just said. He didn't notice the way Connor was processing, he didn't even see the way Connor started to beam. The kiss certainly worked to make V stop talking and with the hug, his tension dissipated.

With the words, V actually hugged Connor back. It was a little awkward and nervous at first but he grew more confident in it. The warmth he felt from Connor told him that he was as genuine as could be and V genuinely believed him. Some tiny nagging part of him wanted to argue that loving him was a terrible mistake but he just held Connor close and kissed Connor's temple before gently pulling his fingers through Connor's hair.

"Glad you feel the same," he said in nearly a whisper. He wasn't fully comfortable with the fact he admitted that he loved Connor out loud but at least Connor returned the feeling.

His gaze is warm and tender as he kisses V again, then pulls back to look at him. He's smiling still, trying to recall a time he's been happier. He doesn't think he can. Though he does feel the discomfort V feels, he knows that V at least meant what he said.

"It all makes sense now. This feeling I have every time I look at you..." It really does feel like the room lights up a little whenever V comes into view, as corny as that would sound to anyone else. Connor doesn't really have any concept of what is or isn't cliché, he only knows how he feels and how to explain that as straightforward as possible.

He wraps his arms around V and pulls him in close to cuddle, casually draping his leg over one of V's. He doesn't know what possesses him to do it, but he takes V's hand in his own and retracts his skin up to the elbow, linking their fingers together. He wonders if they could connect somehow... if he could truly share his thoughts and feelings with V on an intimate level.

The warmth and affection and love that was coming from Connor and how genuine Connor was worked to slowly assuage V's discomfort in this moment. He had some difficulty keeping Connor's gaze but this time he did keep it rather than divert his gaze like he usually did.

"It's, uh..." He smiled shakily. "A unique feelin', for sure. Once you feel it you just know." Maybe the way Connor felt was cheesy but for all of V's bravado, he was a very soft man who wanted nothing more than to hear Connor say it out loud. Except, of course, that if Connor did say it out loud he would have no clue how to respond except to deflect. Perhaps it was better that he didn't.

He let himself get tangled in Connor - he was glad for it, even - pressing himself into Connor. He liked the way that Connor was taking him in and wrapping around him. It made V feel safe. He didn't immediately question what Connor was doing but after a few moments. He could feel something probing at the edge of his network but he wasn't sure if it was actually something or if he was just an emotional mess. "Everything okay?"

He hesitates- he hadn't realised he was actively trying to probe into V's network. "I want to share something with you. Can I?"

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to V's lips. "I understand if this is all too much for you already, of course. But I'd like to share my thoughts and feelings with you in a way that synchrony can't quite manage. I think I can do it- I can feel a connection already."

There's nothing being shared yet, but he wouldn't have felt the presence of something he could connect with if it wasn't there, after all. "It's up to you."

It was V's turn to hesitate. After everything that happened to ask for access to his network was giving Connor complete access to him. It was an awful lot to ask but V also recognized that Connor would (probably) never do anything to hurt him or use this against him...

"I, uh, it's not too much, it's." He was still perhaps a bit flustered from admitting he loved Connor, and perhaps a bit flustered from Connor returning the feeling. "I trust you. I.. I'd like that." He smiled slightly and, with his free hand, gently traced Connor's jaw. It may be that he was biding his time so that he could really come to terms with it.

It took V a moment but eventually his eyes lit up red and his gaze shifted into that unseeing look he got when he was paying attention to his system rather than Connor. It took a moment before Connor found himself with a direct connection to V - hopefully, what Connor was looking for - and V's eyes flickering back to their normal appearance. He pulled his free hand away from Connor as he squeezed Connor's hand gently.

"Should be good now."

Connor's LED blinks as he connects to the network he's given access to. And then, slowly, he starts to project his thoughts and feelings. He wants V to know what Connor feels when he looks at him. He wants V to see what he sees.

There's obvious love there, warm and comforting. There's some curiosity mixed in- what does V see in him, he wonders? There's fond memories, though if V goes any further into those he'll find it's carefully blocked off. He has negative feelings too, ones from when he'd hurt V and they'd fought for the month afterwards, and those aren't what he's trying to get across.

He squeezes that hand back, leans in to rest his forehead against V's, and closes his eyes with a smile. His hand begins to glow a soft blue at the palm.

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