Surprise flashes across his expression. Amazingly not at the sensation -- no, that feels good and goddamn does he want more of it -- but at the care Ivan's utilizing. If Duv ever needed a sign that Ivan Vorpatril cared about him, the fact that the man was holding back on thrusting forward during sex would be the clearest he'd ever get.

His hands rest on Ivan's shoulders, ready to wrap around them once the man can be closer. He wants to see Ivan, feel the man inside him. How has he gone this long without feeling so close to another person? The warmth welling up inside him mingles pleasantly with his arousal and he nods.

"Good. Keep going, I don't want you to stop."