He snorts, fondly. "Can't imagine why," but the 'not bad' is encouraging when compared to their previous attempts at this -- Duv's pronouncement is the most positive feedback Ivan's had. Taking a long moment to search Duv's face for any sign of discomfort after their last attempt and finding none, Ivan gives him a little encouraging smile. "You're doing good," he says by way of encouraging.

Ivan adds his second finger once he's comfortable that Duv can take it, and carefully scissors them, eyes trained on Duv's face for any sign of discomfort or that he needs to stop. "How's that?" Good God, he so desperately wants to be fucking the other man at this point, and it's clear in the way he's holding himself back, but he'll be damned if he doesn't go about this properly.