"Yeah--" Ivan pulls himself away from Duv long enough to both strip himself and dig through the drawer for the bottle; more hurried and rushed than he thought he could be. All of him is filled with want -- an urgency he doesn't know how to describe except for that the only thing he needs to do to sate himself is spread the other man out. A simple task, really, but how much he wants it is suddenly near crippling.

The moment Ivan returns it isn't to jump straight to the point. Instead he flattens Duv back out on the mattress to kiss him as hard, as desperately as he feels.