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garrulously2016-05-25 07:47 pm
komarran) wrote in garrulously2016-05-25 07:47 pm
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"Mm, well. If you ever feel like wearing them out I think your chances of flirtation will rise higher than they already are." That is Ivan's official Professional Opinion as an LSPT, obviously.
"They're not. That's why," Ivan feels like pointing out, hand curling around David's waste in a gesture that might have been possessive if it wasn't from someone like Ivan. His fingers glide along the length of exposed skin between shirt and pants, idly and not with any notable intent beyond conveying comfort.
David shrugs and leans lightly into Ivan's touch. "I'm not used to people caring that much about my appearance." The stares he gets while walking around Beta Colony still feel strange to him. His clothing clearly marks him as 'foreigner' as do his comparatively plain earrings.
"Do you think I should try wearing them out?" he asks with some hesitation.
"Do you think I should try wearing them out?" he asks with some hesitation.
"Yes." That's said without hesitation. And to his next session. God, please.
"Please do, and report back with the results. And the results of, you know, everything else." See David, he's keeping an eye out for your goal.
"Hm?" Asks Ivan, who has completely lost track of time. He pulls it up, and practically winces. They'd gone over into his next appointment -- and while that man doesn't take long, he still feels bad about it. Well, not that bad, he'd much rather spend more time with David than his next client.
Right, well. "None, I'm afraid. We went a little over." Maybe he could just... block off some extra time at the end of his sessions for this. It's a thought to consider, anyway.
Right, well. "None, I'm afraid. We went a little over." Maybe he could just... block off some extra time at the end of his sessions for this. It's a thought to consider, anyway.
"Oh." He pulls away immediately to stand. Shit, he hadn't realized he'd been here that long. Time spent with Ivan had hardly seemed to pass at all for him. "I didn't mean to keep you. If you need to bill more for the extra time, I understand."
Because if there's one thing a Komarran understands, it's making even with financial obligations.
Because if there's one thing a Komarran understands, it's making even with financial obligations.
"What?" Ivan seems shocked at the idea, and waves it away. "It's fine. Really, David." More than fine, actually. He wouldn't be opposed to more sessions running over with the other man.
"Same time. I'll see you then," he responds with a wave, and mentally schedules an empty half an hour after David's sessions. Can he do that? He's going to try.
Well, his practice flirting hadn't gone as horribly as he had expected. Things had gotten more intense than he could handle when he tried wandering about with his glasses, but their removal had pulled things back into a realm he could handle.
When he enters Ivan's office, it's glasses-less and still wearing his new earrings that the man had helped him put on a week before. There's a slight glance around the room until his gaze settles upon Ivan. They'd been all over the damn room at this point and while they'd tended towards the couch recently, he's not sure what Ivan's revised plans have in store for him.
"Where did you want us today?"
When he enters Ivan's office, it's glasses-less and still wearing his new earrings that the man had helped him put on a week before. There's a slight glance around the room until his gaze settles upon Ivan. They'd been all over the damn room at this point and while they'd tended towards the couch recently, he's not sure what Ivan's revised plans have in store for him.
"Where did you want us today?"
Damn, and here Ivan hoped the other man would have led with the glasses. Still, Ivan can dream -- no one's stopping him from that -- and he gives David a searching look when the other man comes in. "That depends. What do you want to do today?" See if the other man has any preferences. Ivan figures they've gotten to a point in this relationship where the other man will at least tell him if he's comfortable with anything that Ivan's getting paid to do. Eventually.
There's a small shrug as David scans the room trying to make a decision. Flashes of what they had done only a few sessions back behind the partition drift through his mind and there's not much he can do to hide the faint blush that's on his cheeks. That's far, far too forward of a request to start with despite where David's latest fantasies have been taking him.
"I suppose cuddling," he finally decides.
"I suppose cuddling," he finally decides.
"Alright," says Ivan, standing up from behind his desk and gesturing David in further. "Let's move from the couch, though, shall we? And-- take your shirt off, please. If you're comfortable with it."
Because they need to work towards David's eventually goal.
Because they need to work towards David's eventually goal.
That's not quite what he expected. He blinks as he stares at Ivan a moment, but there's only a brief moment of hesitation before he starts removing his shirt. He can trust Ivan and so far the man hasn't led him astray.
"Where are we going then?" he asks.
"Where are we going then?" he asks.
"The bed," he replies, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Ivan pulls his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, tossing it off to the side before holding his hands out to take David's shirt -- which he will put on a hook before they pass the partition.
Gesturing to said piece of furniture, Ivan turns back to the other man. "How'd you like to start?"
Gesturing to said piece of furniture, Ivan turns back to the other man. "How'd you like to start?"
This is the first time he's see Ivan without his shirt. His gaze follows the man's shirt as it falls to the floor then immediately stares at his LSPT's exposed abdomen. Does he work out? David's cheeks flush and he nods slowly.
"Laying down?" he answers in a daze. Where else would they start?
"Laying down?" he answers in a daze. Where else would they start?
Of course he works out, David. The flush is encouraging -- and he does look rather fetching when various shades of pink and red -- Ivan lies down on the bed first, having figured out what David prefers from their earlier sessions, and holds an arm open for the other man to curling into his side.
"So," he prompts, letting David take the conversation where he wants to.
"So," he prompts, letting David take the conversation where he wants to.
Ivan has learned well. There's only a second of hesitation then David's moving to join the other man, wrapping an arm around his waist as he rests his cheek against Ivan's chest. Dear god, the man is warmer than David thought and he's grateful the man can't see the flush grow darker.
"Ah, so?" he starts. Give his brain a moment, Ivan, it needs to process what's happening. "So. I wore these earrings all week."
"Ah, so?" he starts. Give his brain a moment, Ivan, it needs to process what's happening. "So. I wore these earrings all week."
Ivan wraps his arm around David's shoulder, keeping him tucked close into his side. Like one does. Ivan does give him that moment, and a little longer, and when David starts to talk Ivan attempts to encourage him. "And how did things go?"
"Well. To my surprise." But he doubts to Ivan's after their talk last session. He shifts against the other man as he makes himself comfortable in his hold, a fact that always surprises him. He hasn't been able to relax this easily in years.
"I had a few propositions that I declined. The ones that were wanting to talk more than anything else were helpful." In their own Betan ways.
"I had a few propositions that I declined. The ones that were wanting to talk more than anything else were helpful." In their own Betan ways.
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