[V's body almost curls in on himself when dante's hand leaves him, groaning. he lifts his head to watch him, panting, sweat making a few strands of hair stick to his face.

his gaze moves from dante to his pinned hand, and despite himself, he tries to wiggle one of his fingers, which just sends another shot of pain through him, making him hiss angrily]

How long are you going to take...?