Sometimes it needs to be said -- even if he knows. He's very much a galactic, Ivan muses, kissing his way up from the curve of his neck where it meets the shoulder to the hinge of his jaw, dragging his tongue along the skin there for a brief moment. "You're doing fine," Ivan says, figuring muttered encouragement will help into his ear, before dragging his lips over the shell of it, finally kissing the skin behind it.

He lets his eyes drift to David's hands, and nods. "Just like that, David." He's a damn fast learner, too -- although Ivan would never have thought otherwise.