[he is, though it had flagged some, but not enough to stop V's hips from jerking into the touch, wanting more. he grits his teeth against the pain, gripping dante's shirt with white knuckles, breathing out sharply through his nose]

Ghh...!

[the intermingling of extreme pain and the heat in his belly that surges when dante touches him are at odds, V caught somewhere in the middle of demanding more and begging him to stop]