The small part of Duv's brain that's still rational realizes what Ivan said shortly before they started kissing. If he weren't so intent on not losing contact, he may have said something about it. Instead he's gripping Ivan's shoulders tightly and good god he doesn't remember that brief bit of contact feeling so great.

He's moaning breathlessly into the kiss as he slides down enough to settle more firmly on Ivan's leg. "More, please," he manages to string together as he clings to the other man.