His nails flex into Ivan's shoulder blades as he groans. One hand slides up to tangle itself in Ivan's hair while he bares his neck. For a moment, he loses himself in the sensation of Ivan's mouth on him and rocks his hips eagerly against the other man. If that makes it harder to remove his pants then so be it.

"Dammit," he hisses through his teeth. It's overwhelming and yet he wants more. His fingers brush along the nape of Ivan's neck and his other hand wanders lower, sliding beneath the waist of Ivan's trousers to pull him closer.