Slow, deep breaths. Something he read about this had recommended that to help him relax, not that the incense was leaving much in the way of tension to work through. Already this feels far better and the more Ivan moves, the more Duv feels he's finding some rhythm. His hips rock slightly as a test and -- yes. His eyes go wide and his fingers twist into the sheets.

"Good," he manages to gasp out. The heightened sensitivity part of the incense's packaging had been truer than anticipated. Has he ever wanted the other man this badly? Because he wants to be closer, to feel more of Ivan inside him. His words seem to leave him and he flounders for a moment before finally asking, "Can you do more?"