Getting Duv to laugh in the middle of sex brings a wide, joyous smile to Ivan's face as he beams up at him before mouthing the base of his cock languidly. Time to get to the point, however. Ivan takes one of Duv's legs and encourages it up as far as the other man can get it -- ideally over his shoulder but settling for tucked under his arm instead, as the other man is, well. Old, as he put it. He just needs to get his hips angled properly, that's all.

"I know," he says, slicking his fingers, although his attention is on Duv, eyes locked with his. "It's just that I want us to have free time. Together." It's on the last word that Ivan slips his first finger into Duv, curling slightly as he tries to hold himself back more. He wants the other man so much it's not only extremely evident to anyone looking at him, but it aches, in his cock and, well, deep in his chest. "How's that feel?"