Receiving a blowjob had taken the pressure off of him. It's almost sad when David thinks that Ivan knows more of his secrets than anyone else he's spoken with, but with that comes trust and he's able to relax easily beneath the other man. The fingers in Ivan's hair curl, digging roughly into the man's scalp for a long moment as his hips are stopped from rocking eagerly upwards.

How is he supposed to remember himself like this? He has to force himself to loosen his grip, almost coaching himself through it. "Sorry, I didn't mean -- don't stop," he practically pleads, voice strained as the words replaced a moan that had threatened to spill out.

David is almost certain that if the other man stopped, he'd lose his damn mind.