Ivan winces, picking up on that dryness, and decides to kiss Duv instead to cover the small flinch. I'm sorry, it seems to say, I'm sorry I can't say it. But that doesn't mean I don't feel it. Not that Ivan's aware of the implication of kissing Duv like that, but he wants to chase that bit of sarcasm away of he can.

After all, tonight was about having sex. And Ivan will be damned if Duv can muster up any amount of dry commentary while he's fucking him. Well, on second thought, that might be sexy. But not tonight.