For a moment Ivan doesn't make any move to do anything all, instead committing to memory the image of Duv filled with a pressing need to his memory so he can relive it later when the man's working late and he won't have the real thing. His attention is snapped back with the question, although Ivan is of the opinion that it's pointless.

As for the answer-- "Your pants need to come off, Duv." He explains, far more patiently than he feels. "Unless you've found a way for me to fuck you while you wear them."

They have a toy for that, he realizes, belatedly.