Has he ever seen Duv this far gone so quickly? And on his own? Normally Ivan has to do most of the work, and while he doesn't mind dragging Duv into the mood, it's rather nice to have it handed to him on a plate. He could get used to this. Pressing his leg up, Ivan's spine curves as he bends to mouth his neck, hands going to settle on Duv's waist.

"Duv--" is all that he says while trying to deal with the fastenings of the other man's trousers, suddenly far more impatient for this than he normally is. So, alright, maybe that incense was having some of an effect on him.