[his head feels like it's throbbing, and if he so much as thinks about moving his pinned arm a wave of pain courses through him, but somehow (due to dream magic) it doesn't seem to be getting worse. V gazes up at dante through heavy eyelashes, lips parted, anticipating even though he can't stop wincing. a bead of sweat falls down his temple]

That goes... for both of us.

[dream V, like normal V, isn't wearing underwear and he lets out a sigh when his erection is freed to the air, lifting his hips to help dante tug his pants away--a sure sign that he isn't fighting him]