Ivan's eyes are on him and he fumbles with the last clasp, unable to keep his hands steady. Normally he's eased into this feeling, by Ivan touching or kissing him, but this time arousal seemingly seeps into him. His expression is confused as he runs a hand down his chest to sate his urge to be touched before his gaze slides over Ivan. Possibilities are already dancing in his mind and it's a strange disconnect to think those same thoughts had made him nervous before.

"I, uh, think it's working," he says, tongue running lightly over his dry lips.