It's a need Ivan shares, but he'd like-- Ivan pulls back, not very far but enough that he can look Duv in the face, eyes searching it for some kind of clue. The incense might have been cheating, but he still has to know that this is what the other man wants from him. That Ivan hasn't let his impatience drag the other man into it before he's ready.

Ivan's so fucking ready for him to be ready, though.

"What do you want, Duv?" He asks, hissing slightly from the feeling of short nails biting into his skin -- far from unpleasant.