It wouldn't take much. Duv can already feel his heartbeat quickening as his nails dig into Ivan. This is all he needs right now. Ivan on top of him and he can feel himself losing way to the pleasure building inside him, already overwhelming his senses. Patience had always been what helped to maintain the little stamina he had, but now--

But now, Ivan is pulling away from him and he can't smother the groan that escapes him. That's not what he wanted and his gaze is suddenly focused on Ivan, though hazed with lust. "What?" he asks, confused. What in the world could Ivan possibly need to do? They'd done this enough before and enjoyed it. Surely this would be fine.