God, he would stay right here even if all that happened was Ivan's lips teasing him. How would they feel lower down on his body...? The thought causes his eyes to bolt open as he flushes though there's no mistaking that he is interested.

"I'm following your example," he murmurs, his nails dragging downward. How long does he have to draw this out? He doubts his LSPT would want him sitting here worrying about the time, not when his main instructions from last time were go slower. His breath hitches as he gently cups himself and runs his thumb along the base.